My American family arrived on Saturday, and yesterday everyone else came for tea (supper to you southerners). I worried in the morning about how I would seat the eleven of us round the table, but I had two glasses of wine at lunch, and after that, everything seemed possible.
It was noisy, chaotic, fun and fabulous, and Dave did the washing up.
This morning we got out our home-made two-room marble run. Forgive the blurry Cece. These kids don't stand still.
And here is yet another use of those pesky yoghurt cartons...