Saint Kate had had the cake made by a "WI friend" - two tiers of rich fruit cake topped by a hideous looking blue iced bonnet. I was quite chuffed when I saw people actively spitting it out.
It actually wasn't that bad. My outfit didn't clash with Saint Kate, Amelia spent the duration of the day sitting so close to Saint Kate that she more or less ignored me, my hair and nails looked fabulous (if I say so myself) and my darling child behaved impeccably. Even when he, Caitlin and Ian decided to hide behind a gravestone to see "who they could scare" they screeched very politely. However, Lydia's Great Aunt Alice had to be taken home early for a "lie down".
David woke up on the Sunday morning pulling worrying at his hair "It's too short" he moaned as he noticed the three inch gap between his hair and his shirt collar. I merely sniffed in a ladylike fashion and raised a newly plucked eyebrow. "If ever I tell you I'm going to the barbers" he whispered to me in the church "remind me not to let him get carried away talking about Arsenal in Europe."
The party went very well, the food was lovely (Bea got very excited when she saw langoustines in garlic and herb butter and sent Stephen up for "a platter") and the DJ played the room like a pro. He even had David up and dancing (see pic above, apologies for this, Mac took it, is very proud of it and "wants to show everybubody mummy") and even Amelia took to the floor for "New York New York".
Baby Freddie behaved extremely well (apart from throwing up in the font but the vicar thinks it was the "shock of the cold water") and a lovely day was had by all.
AND.......Amelia spent Saturday and Sunday night in a hotel paid for by Saint Kate. Hoorah!