The week began with Sports Day on Monday. All the parents were herded into a sort of holding pen in the middle of the field, while the kids moved around us taking part in different 'Olympic' events - shot put, javelin, hurdles and sprinting. Most amusing were the 'javelins' which were made of foam, no doubt due to health and safety concerns, which were sent flying off in random directions with every breath of wind. 
The weather has been hot and steamy all week, pouring with rain one minute, bright, hot sunshine the next. In spite of this, my friend Sarah and I have been running most days in training for our 5km sponsored run next weekend. I am also still going to kick boxing every week and am finding it really addictive and wish there was more than one class a week. By the end of the class I am soaked through and hoping to find someone in the street to fight with on my way home.
On Friday the girls went to their friend Scarlett's 8th fancy dress birthday party (a third Scarlett joined their class last week, and we thought we had picked an original name). The birthday girl went as Dorothy, Scarlett and Flo went as a ladybird and a cat. However, in a fit of excitement, Flo had 'an accident' and was forced to change costumes part way through the party. Lucky I had a spare flamenco dress in the boot. Super Mum! The party was brilliant, in a village hall with a bouncy castle, face painter, games, dancing, a giant bear and a soft serve ice cream machine.
Friday night we left the girls with Natalie, aka Mary Poppins, their beloved babysitter, and walked to the Old Town to Boulevard Books. By day it is just that, a book shop, but at night the Thai owner and chef and her husband put tables and chairs among the books and it becomes a fantastic BYO Thai restaurant. We went with our new friends Sarah and David (not to be confused with other friends David and Sarah) and we had a huge amount of fun eating the best Thai food we've had since leaving Sydney. At about 11pm, we walked further into the Old Town to a club - a club! - to meet a group of friends from school, at the leaving party of other lovely new mates Jen and Matt. At the end of term they are packing their life into a Land Rover and moving to France to start a new life on a piece of land they have there. It's a brave move as they speak little French and the kids will have to start again at school, learning the lingo as they go. We had a right laugh, hitting the dance floor and staying out until 1am. Oh, we've still got it.
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