Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh nearly eighteen

A catch up the next day.

Gemma asked for her cake a day early because she was going out for dinner with friends at the local pub.

So here it is. I'm not good with cakes for events. The expectation (I put on myself) disables me. So I went for the fun look rather than an expert look. It suits my anxiety shakes. Once that adrenalin kicks in and causes physical effects my steady hand is a bit buggered really.

Anyway, we went along to the pub too and arranged for a few relatives to come along, but we all stayed out of the way when they went to eat, and then left them to it.

I had a really sore throat and the G&Ts I had gave me a coughing fit as soon as we got home.

Gemma came home at a very respectable hour in a very respectable state.

She's far more grown-up than her parents
:o)