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It rained all day. Cold and windy, it was one of those miserable days where the rain gets blown up your nose, but still the faithful turned out for my playfest. Pops and Beth and the JoniBobs and Ben and Erin and Zak and MaxW all put in sterling performances and all of us were quite pink with exertion. Everyone got a little individual cake (easier to administer and distribute) and the main candle-cake was so covered in chocolate I reckon we got away with it. 
After the meal Johnny spotted the free gifts. With every party at Pirate Petes, you see, each attendee gets a toy. In previous parties it's been a little robot, at Beth's last week it was a monkey on a trapeze thing, etc. This time it was a whistle, looked like a recorder in garish plastic. Oh dear. The Piddlers have met musical instruments before, at various parties and events including my own, and our reaction is always the same.
1: We all play our instrument as loudly as possible
2: We form a processional line and parade up and down making a godawful racket.
This time was no different and the whole room was deafened. It was at this point that the Puddleparents decided to call it a day and beat a hasty retreat/make a tactical withdrawal from the angry parents of every other kid in the room. In fact the old staff woman (the one with the 3 teeth who demands money) said there had been an official complaint to the manager, the first time it had happened.
Bonus video: guess who's the pie-eyed piper? |
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