So the party came and went and we all survived.
Sunny weather helped, as seven boisterous boys bounced around on the sixteen foot trampoline.
The piñata took some bashing and the cake looked marvellous, if I do say so myself! 433 more words
I’m writing from the eaves of the in-laws’ farmhouse in the middle of nowhere in rural France. Sunlight is pouring in from the mosquito netted windows where the shutters, traditional of the region, have been flung open against the two foot thick walls. 618 more words