The little one turns Six

So the baby of the family turns six. I cant believe it the time has passed so fast. Her party seemed to involve hundreds of children, about 50 really, but it felt like hundreds! . It was fun and crazy, a magic show, fireworks, sparklers, lots of fun and noise. She was on stage with her friend    , the two of them made a great double act! Her face when the cake came out was a amazing, she loves the attention and the wonder. The next day we took a family holiday where we swam and shot down water slides. It was fun and the girls embraced it all. The little one did her first rapids and was hooked, we had to shoot down them so many times in the day. I am battered and bruised, but happy. It was this month we also took a visit ‘home’ the town where us parents were born. The girls love it here, there’s a sense of belonging to an extended family. The time spend with friends children is amazing , a true connection. We went to a festival of light for the hindu celebration and then a celebration of light at Longleat. Fleur decided that she would be living n a house just like the Thai palace, while the bluebell girl stared in wonder at the dragon. The house was beautiful and the fairy tale characters enchanting, but nothing beat the big cats.

This brings me onto the tail or tale or poor Tom Chestnut, our little black rescue cat. Last February he was knocked by a car. We had a long journey of trying to save a very manky tail. The lovely girls took it all in their stride, they loved him and cared for him, through the dripping blood for weeks to the massive bandages, the countless visits to the vets, they never gave up hope for him to save his tail. Their kindness made me proud. But the drawing that came home of the cat with the red tail made me laugh and the cat with the bandaged tail. The clay cat made at school whose head them fell off made me chuckle, but the little one wasn’t upset by this mishap she shrugged it all off, as she does with many a mishap in life.  The (real) cats tail had to go in the end, we could not save it. Cries of ” its his nature. you cant cut it off” will always be with me. But it had to go, and again they nursed and loved him back to health and he loves them so much for it.




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