Cally is four

It was Cally's birthday on Saturday.  And she went to two birthday parties, neither of which was hers!

She did have a birthday celebration, though.  Loads of grown ups rolled up in the early evening to party on her behalf.  Most of them stayed for pizza and merriment, but The Builder and I went home after she went to bed.  No pizza and merriment for us (well, maybe a little bit of merriment).

Grown ups gathering

Birthday fairy

What's in the package,  Freyja? 

Hello, Kitty :-)

Birthday cuppa

Grandma Stella and Grandpa Tony gave Cally her new rug

It looks like lots of fun

Cally's little bed

Birthday Fairy Cally has turned into ...

… a scary green  dragon

Uncle Ginger

Deep in conversation

The Builder and I made a vigorous attempt to go to a pub for lunch on Saturday. The Rutland was so full I don't think we would actually have got in.  Apparently Chesterfield Football Club was playing at home and people were carousing prior to the match.  We thought about going to The Nettle, but it was getting a bit late.  By the time we would have got there it would have been close to the end of the lunch service. So we went to The Wingerworth instead.  That was heaving too - no real idea why.  They did eventually manage to give us a main course, but the wait for dessert was much too long, so we went home without it.  It didn't matter.  There was cake at Cally's party in the evening.  She and Tabitha had made it.