Split Milk

It was Silly Saturday for us today. Graham and Bec went to Sydney, taking Baby Jane, for Graham's work Christmas lunch.
We minded the other four. 

Some military precision was involved:
Adelaide - party 11-1
Elizabeth and Hugh - party 12-3
All four - party 2-4.
So Mr isbi drove the "bus" from venue to venue while I dropped off and picked up and tried to figure out who the hostess might be in a room full of mums.
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Generally it all worked pretty well. 
We did have to divert home between the last two get a dry shirt for Hugh following a water fight. He took some convincing that it was maybe acceptable to leave a party shirtless but was not appropriate to turn up at the next without one. 
He also made the insightful comment that perhaps he had eaten a bit too much sugar. According to him there were about 200 cup cakes and he must have eaten 30.

Between the 12md drop off and 1pm pickup we went to a rather nice cafe to have lunch with Henry. I hung onto the milkshake for the first few minutes but got distracted with the inevitable result which I have blipped.

Thank you admirer. Had to get some mileage out of the day :-)