The After Party

My new best friend.

An industrial wet carpet cleaner.

In spite if the industrial cling film over the little carpet we have, an over whelming amount of mud (from???) made perfect borders along the stairs and landing. Meg's room a wipe out.

This fellas done the job though. Probably overdue looking at the amount if black stuff being tipped away by the bucket load - it can't all be from the party.

Result of last night:

One bent trampoline pole
One broken pop corn bowl
Two broken banister spindles
Very sticky, well, everything
One broken daughter

Not bad by all counts.

She found the whole thing immensely stressful, but did herself proud.

A few lessons learnt on both sides I think, so all good.

Hang on. Is that a bottle of Malibu in the front hedge. Who's been using our flower vase to cool their cider? Why was Alex in our shower at 10,45.....?

Many questions remain.

Many won't be answered.......

Jack the hero of the morning arriving home at 9.30 from his sleep over and paper round with fresh croissants for all. What a boy!