Party hard

For a Sunday, we were up with the lark.

M’boy needed getting to a football match and The Youngest needed dropping off with her Nanny who was going to get her to the first of her two social engagements today.

It worked like clockwork. Unfortunately m’boy’s team lost 6-0, but given the 18-0 pasting they had last time they played, this was a pretty good result and they played well. It was probably the best m’boy has played for them and he saw a lot of the ball.

We got home and shortly thereafter collected The Youngest from a rowdy party and headed home for some chill-out time. They scarpered off for some screen time whilst I watched West Ham come back from two-nil down to hold Arsenal to a draw. Pretty happy with that!

Not long after The Youngest was off for her third and final party of the weekend, which saw her sliding down a dry ski slope in an inner tube. It looked like tremendous fun and judging by the screaming from the assembled girls, my assessment was correct. Or wildly inaccurate.

With a little space to spare, m’boy and I began assembling the backpack of possessions he would be needing for a residential trip later this week. I scoffed at the kitchen sink packing list, which then had the temerity to request that the child is able to carry the pack themselves!! M’boy will make it about two feet carrying this lot!

Following that the parents came round and we demolished the Korma that had been bubbling away in the slow cooker all afternoon.

Mad weekend, but great fun!