Ceej’s third birthday was a bit of a stormy day. They shut off the stairs down to Playa del Baron because people were being thrown down the steps by the wind.
We got home OK, despite getting a bit battered. Ceej had a good birthday. No parties: she likes the idea of parties, but not the reality. They made a big fuss of her at playgroup and gave her lots of balloons. Sandra got her a smarties cake, and she got plenty of presents.
Our garden suffered from the storms a bit. Next door’s fence – rickety at the best of times, finally gave up and collapsed on top of our borders. At the same time their back gate was ripped off its rotten hinges. We tried to put the fence up as best we can, but now we’re waiting on the housing association that owns Next Door to fix the fence. Which will be a while. In the meantime we can see into next door’s garden. Rather desolate, muddy and overgrown. With a neat pile of bin bags and an old TV in one corner. Looks like L the neighbour has given up. We used to see her out in the garden all the time or hear her yelling at one or other of her offspring; and now we never see her, or the kids.