Madonna attends 1st birthday party

Weeks like the one gone by are just perfect. Saturday saw all of our friends turn up for our twins' first birthday party to celebrate their parents having kept them alive for an entire year without killing the babies, their son or getting divorced. In time honoured fashion we filled the front garden with a bouncy castle, trampoline and swings and a slide. Wandering round the side of the house to the deck at the back found a lamb on a spit, kegs of beer, piles of ice studded with bottles of wine, sofas and a throng of parents getting lazily plastered in the sunshine watching Balinese flags blowing in the breeze all round the garden.

The 30 or so children had a great time running riot and being given rides on the biggest lorry to have ever driven down our street courtesy of a kind family friend. The parents had an even better time. So much so that by early evening another keg was sent for, the ipod was plugged into speakers outside and we got down to some seriously impressive Michael Jackson/Madonna impersonations. We all thought we both hilarious and very cool. Both of which I'm sure we were not. The husband and I stumbled into our beds at about 1am. We couldn't have been happier.

Another surprise celebration for the husband's birthday this week has put our birthday cake consumption somewhere near risking appearing on Gillian McKeith's 'You Are What You Eat'. All in all just utterly glorious.