As I sit and write this it is Saturday afternoon and I am sorting through my wardrobe to find something to wear for my night out tonight, it is my eldest sisters birthday and we are celebrating with a meal and drinks with friends. I love going out and seeing friends (we have lots of mutual friends thanks to previously working together) I don’t get out that often
The echo of jumbled up voices as you walk hand in hand into a room full of people you barely know. The mix of tiny humans ranging from leg cuddlers to runners, observers to shouters and everything in between. The bright colours and the hum of chatter accompanied by tea and coffee offers over the constant almost indistinguishable sound of a bouncy castle motor. I am of course talking about a child’s birthday party.
