Birthday Girl

It was Mrs Smith's Mum's birthday so once both girls had been picked up from sleepovers we went round with a card and gluten-free cake.

In other news the Pug continued his campaign of terror by shitting on the floor then deep throating my electric toothbrush while it was charging up. Mrs S offered to clean it with hot water but as I'd seen him (and heard him) with it half way down his throat I passed on that and went to Boots to buy a new one before taking the twins to the cinema to see Everest.