Mature sushi Chica.

It's a good thing that it's the Chica who is maturing, not the sushi. Which was fresh and tasty.
The kids had pulled EUR50 worth of stuff off the conveyor belt before we could say Mount Fujicolour, but hey, it was fun and that's what the birthday girl wanted to do.
She had the choice between a romantic evening meal with me or a trip to the sushi bar in Dundrum Shopping Center for lunch with the midgets on acid. Shall I be worried?

We then went to Pepe's for a bit of cake and a glass of bubbly. Mimi realised today that Pepe lives conveniently dangerously close from the aforementioned Dundrum Shopping Center, a place worth visiting one every second year, to remind you of how beautiful life is in the wild open spaces.

More packing today. And the usual Sunday evening aquatic antics in the bath for the kids.

Mimi was still not asleep a 9.15pm while she usually is the first one to nod off. Something to do with her brother's canine under his pillow and the imminent arrival of a fairy dealing in ivory.