Matron, the smelling salts please. Can a year really have passed since Florence's jet-pack propulsion arrival? Our little darling turned one today and while millions of celtic fools were celebrating this saint's day with pints of green Guinness, we took a more restrained approach , today at least. 
As today is a Monday we had Flo's party yesterday with her Godparents. There was a lot of champagne, cupcakes and chicken sandwiches and some face painting, too. Before long the kids had got sick of having their faces painted and wanted to try it out on someone else. Being the best, nicest and cleverest mum in Australia, and the one who had drank the good part of a magnum of pop, I volunteered and the girls set to transforming my plain visage into a glorious work of art. 
Today, Florence awoke to a large pile of pink gifts containing wonderful gifts - books,
As today is a Monday we had Flo's party yesterday with her Godparents. There was a lot of champagne, cupcakes and chicken sandwiches and some face painting, too. Before long the kids had got sick of having their faces painted and wanted to try it out on someone else. Being the best, nicest and cleverest mum in Australia, and the one who had drank the good part of a magnum of pop, I volunteered and the girls set to transforming my plain visage into a glorious work of art. 
Today, Florence awoke to a large pile of pink gifts containing wonderful gifts - books, 
clothes, toys and a huge pink tortoise. After breakfast we packed ourselves off to Balmoral for a lovely morning on the beach and from there onto our favourite pool for an afternoon of swimming. Happy Birthday Florence.
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