Tomorrow after school approximately 15 children are expected to show up at our house for Quin and Tabitha's joint birthday party. Because their birthdays are both over the school holiday period, we usually have parties before school ends, otherwise everyone's at the beach, and there is no greater reason for feeling ripped off than when no one can come to your birthday party. Trust me. My birthday's 29 December. Oh no wait, there is a greater reason for feeling ripped off -- it's when your aunties and uncles give you one present on Christmas day and say "and that's for your birthday as well". Oh god, it's all coming back to me now. I can distinctly remember the day I realised -- it must have been the Christmas of 1975 -- that if my birthday was in November like my sister's, or August like my brother's, I'd actually get two presents per year per aunt and uncle. I had been robbed.
Anyway, back to the present. As in the here and now, not the gift. Tomorrow we are having this birthday party and where we are living is the perfect place for kids parties because of y'know, all the outdoors and stuff, and I have this huge list of games like dress-up relay, feed the monster, wrap your partner up in toilet paper (I know! We are crazy) etc etc. Then I woke up this morning to the sound of cyclone-y speed winds blowing the living daylights out of the outdoor sail. So I checked the weather report and sure enough, the winds will continue over the weekend, but wait, there's more! There are showers forecasted for Friday and Saturday.
While I have plenty of space for millions of children outside, I have space inside for approximately 2.3 children. So I'm thinking maybe we'll play sardines?