Evidence

suggests that no matter how messy and obsessed with gaming boys can be, they will always stop for cake.

Pau came to play. I managed to get them to the square for a bit, but they were here, there and everywhere, but mostly here. I love it when Pau's here to eat. He has everything and seconds. Not that mine are difficult in that respect, but he just eats with such gusto and always thanks me.

So the tree has been constructed, a few lights are up and I am feeling a little highly strung, but now the blasted playstation is off, I can relax a little. Not quite the day I was planning, but we survived. Another younger playmate arrives tomorrow after football. Do I make more cakes? ....