Birthday feast at the last minute.

You don't turn 11 every day, but it is tricky when the birthday is midweek and your mum is hot and tired.
The birthday meal request was lasagne, and I couldn't face the hours of preparation in a hot house. The father had decided that the ready made ones looked suspect. So when I got home, grumpy, I was faced with a disappointed Birthday girl.
She went out with her dad for 20mins, I gave myself a shake and leapt into action.
The boys started decorating the table, I found flowers from the garden, I whizzed up a cheese sauce and tomatoey pasta. Voila! Instant cheating lasagne under the grill.
Result : one sad Birthday all cheered up! She was so chuffed! It felt good.