It feels like a perfect night to dress up

And so part-aying until 4am on the morning of her birthday took its toll on Tooli. 

Himself and I walked the Castle Terrace market, bought some tasties, ate croissants in the sun, and generally behaved like we had not a care in the world until Tooli and H were able to drag themselves out of their bed and make it downstairs for a run home. 

Tooli brought the usual suitcase of "stuff" and due to early morning celebrations in her bed, the bedding had to come home too - chocolate cake everywhere. 

It was quite late by the time we arrived home, and Tooli was starting to flag, but a quick shower and she was ready for her birthday dinner.

The intention was to go back out again for more celebrating  and drinking and dancing with very few clothes on, but the sofa and a blankie and she was lost to the world. 

Happy birthday Baba.... it's difficult when your 22.