Monday was Small’s birthday. Fifteen and now six foot tall with size 13 feet (12 in UK). Tall, stinky, hairy but everyday he asks how my day has gone (and Huffle’s) and patiently listens while we recall the events of that day. Bless him.
He went to school and only opened one present (a tee shirt he was desperate to wear). He went out for lunch with his friends at school and they had a slice of pizza. His girlfriend bought him a present and a couple of his mates gave him a homemade card.
Once home we had to send him away while Grandma and I finished off his cake. This year he requested a chocolate cake (nothing surprising there really), four tiers and as much chocolate as we could get on it. We started off really well and made the chocolate cakes using a really good quality cocoa powder. Sandwiched together and drizzled with ganache before loading all the chocolate sweets etc on top. It really was yummy if not a little haphazard looking.
Dinner was jacket potatoes and we had jelly and ice cream and cake. Normally we would play pass the parcel (yes even for a fifteen year old) but because we didn’t have much paper, we chose to do a treasure hunt instead. Everyone got a clue or two to find their present. We have decided this is a new family tradition. One of Smallest’s gifts was a Sorry button. It says sorry in ten different ways. It’s perfect for him to put in his pocket.
Thursday was my birthday (you don’t need me to write how old I am!!). I went to Pottery in the morning and had a lovely time with my fellow potters. One of them made me churros and I took a big bag of maltesers in. Not easy to eat anything really when your hands are wet and full of clay.
Grandma, Huffle and the boys made me a Pavlova and we had cheesey chip cobs for dinner. (Something I have been wishing for for ages). For any non-Leicester readers :- a white crusty roll buttered with a lashing of fries and cheese. Yum yum carb overload.
After dinner we had present opening. I got chocolates, flowers, bath salts, water bottle, picture, plants, money, spiraliser and lots of cards and lovely messages from all over the World. We ended the evening with a MarioKart. Grandma played and did surprisingly well and then Grandad took over. He got better and then worse and then Grandma and Grandad played each other which was funny to watch.
In the week we went to watch Smallest’s School football games (three in a row). Grandad was supposed to be refereeing but wasn’t needed at the last minute despite having Small’s spare top and
a whistle), Small refereed Smallest’s last game which was interesting. Three games, all losses, one player left before the end and an autistic boy was brought on to make up numbers (a sibling of a player). He proceeded to dance his way to the goal and stayed there. Funny. His team were terrible
despite Smallest trying hard to play for the whole team and consequently injuring his ankle. It’s okay now after some physio with Grandad.
a whistle), Small refereed Smallest’s last game which was interesting. Three games, all losses, one player left before the end and an autistic boy was brought on to make up numbers (a sibling of a player). He proceeded to dance his way to the goal and stayed there. Funny. His team were terrible
despite Smallest trying hard to play for the whole team and consequently injuring his ankle. It’s okay now after some physio with Grandad.
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