A birthday party of 31 gather around the bar, a melange of Italian and English spoken. A quick burst of thought flits into my head about the idea of going to Italy at some point for a short break, but is quickly obliterated as I'm too busy panicking about the people - the huge amount of work I'll have on my hands once they're all seated and making sure everyone's drink is topped up before Boss no.1 notices (she always notices).
The baby on another table I'm also juggling is busy splattering ketchup everywhere and using the cheese off the cheeseboard as a play-dough substitute. I shiver at the mess around the floor, and at the macerated cheese grinding into the velvet-covered chairs. I don't do babies. Not on velvet chairs or with cheese anyhow!
Back to the party, and after a successful 3-course meal inside, they're all out in the garden for coffee and cake. Although no cake for the staff working their butts off to make this anywhere near to a success. On the subject of cake, I have the honourable job of bringing out the cake. Well, one of two cakes (two birthday's within the party), so quite naturally I 'shotgun' the Barbie Cake. Yes, the BARBIE cake. It is truly insane. No amount of description will equate to the utter amazingness of this sugar creation. So on this occasion, I will let the photo I sneaked do the talking. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words!
the crazy happenings in my life