I am a big child, a very, very big child. I love cake. I love parties. I also love pass the parcel and smashing a pinata. But no matter how childish I can be, I can't match the excitement of a four-year-old at her birthday party. Today was my little friend Molly's fourth birthday party. I wasn't feeling great. And it was stinking hot. But the dogs and I rather fancied a bit of outside time and Miss Molly loves the dogs. Also I did make a pinkie promise. So party it was, with cake, and cordial and lollies. And the smiles of an excited four-year-old made it all worthwhile.
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