It's day three of Charlotte's seventh birthday celebrations. Her proper birthday was yesterday, but she's nothing if not a chancer.
The fun began on Monday evening with a family circle get together over pizza and the best birthday cake I've ever seen, baked by Cousin Holly.
Great British Bake-Off standard? You betcha. Outside - and inside.
The fun began on Monday evening with a family circle get together over pizza and the best birthday cake I've ever seen, baked by Cousin Holly.
Great British Bake-Off standard? You betcha. Outside - and inside.
How good is that?
Yesterday morning saw her pressies being handed over, including a bike (which she didn't necessarily ask for but Mummy wants her to stay unfat).
Yesterday morning saw her pressies being handed over, including a bike (which she didn't necessarily ask for but Mummy wants her to stay unfat).
Last night was the White family banquet; I warmed the starter, Vanessa cooked the main course from scratch. What a show-off.
And today was the main event at Hollywood Bowl.
Against bookies' expectations, Charlotte emerged with most points.
Despite Jamie's more muscular efforts as the only boy present.
But being the only boy present also had consequences.
Tickling came first.
Tickling came first.
Followed by a chase into a corner for a good old-fashioned shoeing.
Charlotte's verdict at the end of her annual "Celebration of Me" festival? Well, see for yourself.
Seven years on, I imagine we'll see some more very big yawns before she finally goes to sleep.
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