Rob's birthday

This week we celebrated Rob's last birthday with a 4 at the front.  He took Friday off work so he could lie in and eat doughnuts in bed, after opening his pile of pressies. After I had done the school run, we went to see Skyfall at the cinema. Daniel Craig's breasts deserved a credit of their own, being so large I wondered why he wasn't bothering with a bra. In the evening we went to the local Pizza Express for a birthday tea with Maria, Lol, Jack and Ethan, with cake number 1, then raced home to watch BBC Children in Need. Marvellous. 

But the birthday revels didn't end there, on Saturday we made up guest beds, moved tables and chairs, and I rushed about buying last minute bits for Rob's second birthday dinner. This one was prepared by our lovely friend Laline, who offered to cook an amazing south Indian fish curry with prawns. While she was below stairs in a pinny, finessing her food, preparing condiments and general being fab, I was upstairs relieving Champers bottles of their corks and pouring drinks for our guests, who all made the journey to Hastings from London - Helen and George, Ruth and Pete, Lorraine and Sprout and Deborah.

Laline's meal was amazing, lots of wine was drunk, cake number 2 was eaten, and we then played a 5 round pub quiz I had devised. I sensibly slipped away to bed at about 1am, while Rob, Helen, George, Ruth and Pete stayed up chatting until 3.30. Silly, silly, silly.  This morning after everyone had gone, Deborah popped in for a last farewell, fresh from her night in a pleasing local B&B. She thrilled the girls doing her infamous tongue on nose trick.

Finally a few shots from a very lazy Sunday. Lorraine (still looking in her 20s) and Sprout, also a fine looking man, on Hastings seafront. Plus a few shots of a typical Duthie Sunday afternoon - papers, fire, telly, snoozing, reading, games. Perfection.