Life in Dulwich

My niece, Curly, was six on Sunday. Big sis' family and I, without Larry, went to have a pub lunch at Curly's bequest. (Larry had gone Laser Questing at another birthday bash.) Then back to the new family pile for party preparations and frolics.

Big sis had made a porcupine shaped cake with much love, labour, marzipan and food colouring and it was most excellent in every way. Her hubby commented on its passing resemblance to Marty Feldman - not an easy feat in the arena of cake making.

I think fun was had by all the six or nearly six year old girls - well there was a lot of screaming. Although Curly had a bit of a panic before it started because the Happy Sixth B'day banner wasn't up yet when the guests started arriving. She hid behind the door all stressed like. Entertaining doesn't run in the genes of our family.

I brought the family the largest bottle of chilli oil seen to mankind as a sort of house-warming present which we duly ate with the party sausage rolls.