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And I’m not sure I’ll manage to ship 3 wee girls and 5 boxes of cupcakes to school, vaguely in one piece, and hopefully dry (ish). Pants! So by the time I’d found the girls’ waterproof trousers and dragged out the big old buggy and fought with the plastic raincover that’s as big as a king-size duvet, we’re all running late. I made the girls’ hair as fancy as I could (Midi Minx is currently loving the rainbow bobbles in a halo look and Maxi is happy so long as there are sparkles in there somewhere), then checked the weather. He’s still not 100%, 3 weeks later, but at least he can form a coherent thought and join it to another one, now. Glandular fever was the suspicion, but his blood test didn’t really confirm or deny. The poor man was sleeping 10 hrs at night, and dozing for 8-10 hrs during the day. Then he was sent home from work, and the GP told him to take a week off.

*He took a day off work sick with a sore throat, joint aches, sweats, fever, and spent it in bed or on the sofa, exhausted. I think his cunning plan was to fill them up with a decent breakfast so that the mid-morning sugar onslaught of the party would have something to sit on. If only every day were Party Day… The Boss got up early, despite still feeling very duff*, and made us all sausages for breakfast. Already! I think they were ready to leave faster, with less fuss, and with less nagging from me than I’ve ever experienced. But they’re too young to wear pretty dresses and sparkly shoes! They’re only… oh. It was the last day of school and my first 2 babies were dressed up to the nines to go to their school party. “But Mummy!” she wailed, “My little elbows haven’t got eyes in them, you know!” I even laughed. I attacked it with some napkins, chastising her soundly. As I turned to pay Maxi a little attention, Midi’s elbow caught her glass and dumped water on the windowsill. My hands were full keeping her little sticky fingers away. Midi got restless again towards the end and found all the gift items for sale dotted around the table irresistible. Midi ate her enormous bowl of ice-cream as well as Maxi’s, who started to fade around 7pm. The minxes got a kick out of drinking fizzy water and Sprite (fizzy pop is a birthdays-and-Christmas treat) and eating pizza whilst wearing a black plastic moustache from the cracker (always my favourite as a kid, until I couldn’t bear the pain in my septum anymore). And the Bakewell tart for pudding was equally delicious. Well, what delicious pizza! I was very impressed. She was the only one who ate it)) and a seafood (The Boss). We settled on 4 pizzas between 5: a marguerita (Maxi), a deluxe marguerita (me – still addicted to basil), a spicy pepperoni (Midi – I think she was hoping it was really chorizo (she’d loved the paella I’d made on a stupid whim. I mean, if you’re going to spend most of your night ferrying minx after minx to the toilet, you start choosing your restaurants by the cleanliness and availability of their loos rather than their standard of food. So we’re not really sure how much food to order. Anyway, 2 adults and 3 tearaways isn’t really conducive to savouring great food, atmosphere or alcohol. (Actually, I’m not sure that’s a good thing, either). But look on the bright side – trips to McDonalds and Burger King become a very big deal. With 3 minxes and The Boss’s income, it’s a rare treat. When we only had 1 or 2 minxes and my income we ate out a fair bit (we’re greedy and love our food). How could I refuse?! The Boss was driving – payback for me being Nominated Driver throughout 3 loooong pregnancies over party season. !! The waitress came over to collect our drinks order and tactfully suggested ‘a large one?’ when I asked for a glass of house red. I spent the first 10 minutes trying to calm them down and press 3 little bums into 3 seats. The minxes saw candles and Christmas crackers laid out at our table and shifted from ‘hyper’ into ‘20,000ft and climbing’. We arrived at opening time to an empty, pristine cafe. The minxes stayed in their party dresses from the last day of school and I even changed out of my sopping-wet jeans into a dry pair. On a whim I’d booked us a table at a local cafe for pizza – an enormous treat for us all. The Christmas holidays started the minute The Boss got home from work on Friday.

Lavazza espresso point maxi manual dexterity