I was seated with Wilson, Polly and Billi while Diesel shared a table with the sTone Brothers.
The children had a table to themselves, and I wondered whether leaving them unsupervised was altogether wise. However, when they started messing about — bread-stick sword fighting, throwing paper aeroplanes and so on — Billi was able to quell it with a stern stare and a single raised eyebrow; impressive parenting skills, I thought!
The main course and the desserts were delicious, and W licked his plate clean. Also several other people's plates. Some of them had finished eating.
On the journey home we all sang the most carefree and joyous version of that melancholy favourite Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now I have ever heard, but by the time we eventually arrived back at the house everyone was sound asleep and I had to carry them all — including Wilson — inside and put them to bed.
This has been a brilliant birthday!
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