traffic jams and cakes

A morning on the floor....it was my birthday apparantly, I had 'Happy Birthday' sung to me about 3 times and was presented with a lovely birthday cake and 3 candles (we couldn't find the 4th...) several times, and really had to blow hard, C was insistent I hadn't blown them out and took great care turning the cake around so I could blow out each individual candle as my puff wasn't strong enough....The baby dolls enjoyed the cake too, and La La some tubby toast.

Meanwhile right across the front of the home corner O was building a carwash made from wooden blocks. Everyone had to take great care not to knock it down, and bless them they all stepped carefully over or tiptoed around it in order that it stayed in one piece. Then all the cars started queuing, but it only opens Saturday's apparantly, and this Saturday is Christmas day. Meanwhile it was my birthday again, only this time we had to have happy birthday sung in whispers as baby doll was sleeping after her last round of cake. The cars are still queing, backed up into the hall way they are, thank goodness they aren't honking their horns.

C has gone home, O is laid out on the sofa, and L is upstairs asleep. Tiring morning all round I'd say, all that cake and those traffic jams...