Amateur witches

Mol looks like an adolescent witch at the moment. On her birthday she lost a tooth in the morning (top floor) and a tooth in the afternoon (top floor) which made three missing in a row, and then the next day she lost another tooth (bottom floor) and so now with 4 teeth missing she looks wholey scary. When she smiles there is this row of gum. Pink. and sort of soft. And when she crunches into a carrot its even more scary. there is no crunch. just a sort of snaky like sucking.
Anyway. So, bleeding gums aside, Mol had a truly lovely birthday surrounded by her friends and family up in Suffolk. for the first time in weeks, months, centuries - even, the sun came out and melted the frosted white ground - all the acconites came out and the yellow petals blazed with joy. birds were tweeting and twittering (not digitally, i mean like for real man, nature, brilliant) blinking in the rays, thinking about the nests they'd be making in the next few weeks, wondering if worms were on the menu yet.
One by one car by car friends arrived at the house, 7 year olds leaping from their booster seats, unchained, running into the garden and screaming a lot about not very much, comparing things which are very important to 7 year olds (like plastic jewels or wobbly teeth or shoes or pants or how low they can go with the splits). mothers happily wrapping their hands around a cup of hot tea and mouths round custard creams.
Then - on a load of hobbie horses - there was the Hobby Horse Horse Grand National (actually I wasn't outside for this - but I think there was some sort of race) which I think ended with one or two jockies going on strike because they were being criticized on their equestrian techniques. (7 year olds are fantastically honest about how rubbish their friends are...)
And then we did some pasta pesto for lunch and a load of jelly and cornflake chocolate crunchy things.
And THEN... the main event: pony riding. We jumped back in the cars, and headed over to the local stables where Tilly, Storm and Daisy-Pops were waiting, tacked up, to take their precious loads on their first ever pony rides.
Ah! Sweet! Kids in crash helmets on huge hairy beasts! how happy were these children?! Not one complaint! Just a lot of squeaks of delight and squawks of laughter as the ponies made their funny pony noises (stinky farts nose-blowing coughing tail swishing etc). No one fell off. No one got bitten. No one had a fright. It was all pure wholesome country fun.
And then we all piled back in the cars (please can we go again? please please I want to take Storm home with me, please?) back to the house for some major tea and cake... and here Mothersruin nearly RuinedDaughter by buying hilarious re-lighting-comedy-candles... Poor Mol. Got so frustrated she put her face right in the candles and blew really hard but the buggering thing relit just as her chin was by the candle: burnt chin; tears; howls; embarressment; loss of face; Mothersruin feeling soooo guilty I nearly went straight to the brandy for a large dose of dutch courage (I didn't though, Alcohol doesn't fix problems we all know that, der?) - anyway. she finally pulled herself back together and the party finished off with a whoppa treasure hunt.
and then we kicked everyone out at 5ish.
and then i realised that i hadn't sat down since I got out of bed at 8am. My legs hurt and my eyes kept wondering over to the wine rack.
All in all, I'd say Mol is one lucky little lady. Great friends. Great friends' parents. and a very strong gum.