Don't want your sympathy martle. I just feel that all these sad men who rush to her aid are all pretty pathetic.

There are lots of things on this board that are tiresome martle, if I comment on them I get ridiculed and modded. If t-p does everyone says, 'Ah what a shame let's all cuddle her'

It's a stupid world

I am very happy. I like going to see my daughter. It was great.
I come home and find rubbish on message boards.
That is why I say what I do.
I am happy.
It is a lovely day.

I am not angry.

I am not unhappy.

I am happy.

Ho hum.

Well anyway, one party down, one to go tomorrow!  My poor daughter-in-law entertained 13 toddlers this afternoon and catered for everyone.  We went later on when everyone had gone and I propped her up in a corner to recover.  She is exhausted!  The thing is, our "do" at the hotel tomorrow will probably have cost the same or even less and I have none of the work to do.  All I turn up with is party bags and the birthday cake. The food is provided by the hotel and so is the entertainer who is excellent.  He takes over for the full 2 1/2 hours, with traditional games and a disco.  He's absolutely hilarious as well.

I'm getting lazy in my old age but it's lovely to just sit, watch and take photos and then when it's over - just walk away from it all with no mess to clean up.

The teenager has just come back with the dog.  He was out with him for 45 minutes on the beach in the dark.  I never take him on the beach but he does.  He just stood on a high dune, in the rain and kept throwing sticks till the dog was worn out.

And when I say rain, I mean just that!  It hasn't let up all day.  Windy, cold and pouring down.  We've been so happy though that the weather doesn't matter at all. 

Weather's been horrible here 

13 toddlers! Poor woman! (Except that she chose to do it.) I remember being worn out by seven six-year-olds. The best bit of that party was when a very well-behaved and rather smug little girl grabbed a bowl that the crisps had been in, full of bits of crisp, and licked it out! Her mother didn't see this, and I didn't tell her, but it was a secret satisfaction to me. No child is perfect.

There's a party for a 7 year old going on next door - I think it must have been musical bumps just now as the loud music kept stopping and starting and there was excited shrieking and thumping as bodies fell. I don't mind at all as we don't usually hear much noise through the walls. It's Pass the Parcel now to Show me the Way to Amarillo...damn, that wretched song's going to stick in my head all day.

My bold italics.
Hang on to it. For pity's sake HANG ON TO IT A! The waves are picking up again!