The cake was from the first 18th party. The party for the adults that were there for the Young Negotiator while he was growing up. He suffered the Transformers cake for his mother, he is a good lad. The Cyclone on Legs staffy was overly excited by the prospect of so many people and was tied to the pool fence (only to be released again because his barking drove us mad). He has a severe case of ADHD I am sure. The party for the friends in his age group was the following weekend. It went all night and was a great success. It was very cold but the guests kept warm with dancing and a bonfire in the paddock. Fire twirling and techno music was supplied by guests but I was not allowed to take any photos.
One exhausted reveller on the trampoline and two horses who were not at the party but as the gate was left open decided to join the morning after sleep.
Oh yeah, and do you remember the broken clothesline? Well a guest or two decided to fix it, as you do at a party. They were successful and we can use it again. Weird behaviour, nothing was damaged but the clothesline fixed. Who can understand teenagers these days.
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