Well, I don’t have sunshine on a rainy day. But on Sunday I had the rare treat of quality time alone with my daughter, always heartbreakingly hard to come by, especially when I think of the undivided attention that was lavished on her when she was, for a brief 16 months, an ‘only’.
The morning started unglamorously enough – a trip to a shopping centre where we stocked up on goodies for party bags, in preparation for her 6th birthday this week. Sets of 10 sparkly Indian-inspired bangles can be picked up for £1 each at Primark, as well as Spiderman Pez for the boys. Some random bits and bobs from Tiger, a handful of sweeties, and biscuits cut in the shape of a 6 (big thanks to the other WornOut ladies for the Nigella recipe) will hopefully mean that her guests go home happy.
We were initially a bit sad that her best mate – the one she’s known from birth, the one whose mother and I are fantastically and garrulously close – would be away on hols on the big day but every cloud has a silver lining and it was soon decided that we’d stage a pre-birthday celebration, just the four of us, with afternoon tea at the Lanesborough Hotel.
So, from an unbeautiful South London shopping centre to the loveliness of Hyde Park corner, where we were lucky enough to catch the tail end of the women’s cycling. Prettily frocked up, the girls were in heaven – although typically, they were far more interested in random elements of the afternoon than the pile of cakes set temptingly before them. High points were the on-pump moisturiser in the luxurious bathrooms, the logo-sweater-wearing teddies they were given by the staff, the pianist who played every single one of their requests from Mary Poppins and The Wizard of Oz and their Usborne doodle books in which, to be honest, I’m surprised they still had any pages left.
No matter – plenty more for the beautiful box that the waiters prepared for us to take home, to the surprise and delight of my boys. And for those with gluten issues – trust me, the GF tea, for which 12 hours notice is needed, was un-be-lievably good. Which may well mean that my next post is about tummy control swimsuits or Spanx, two products I’ve managed, so far, to avoid. In the meantime, Happy Birthday to my darling girl and thank you for a day that, I’m certain, was an even greater treat for me than it was for you.