Scenes From the Fete…

And so it was that on a gloriously hot day, of which these pictures hardly do it justice, Finley and I set out in hats and sun-block to the school fete: an annual event resplendant with all you would expect from such an occasion. And donkeys. Though we could hardly be said to be beside the sea.
There was also barbeque teeming with self-important Daddies in very serious stripy aprons , hook-a-duck, an assault course, a coconut shy, stocks, a bouncy castle, an ice cream van, face painting, many, many, many home-made cakes, a football competition, a set of Nana’s and Grandads selling plants and shrubs, and in an unexpected turn of events, Finleys Daddy (and my ex-pretend-husband) Mark, his Dad and his brother, with not a wife to pick between them, presumably because they all fell out the same mould. All of which made for a rather perculiar day of splitting myself in half to a) be polite for the sake of harmony and b) do a rather excellent job of pretending I wasn’t with them.
Still my little, big boy babba had a lovely time…

He had a very melty bat painted on his face in the most lethally, clothes ruining, messy black paint…

Laughed hysterically when his Mummy walked smack bang into a herd of cantering donkeys…

Took a ride himself, or the first time without hysteria, because he’s sooooo grown up. Sob.

Hooked a duck…

And finally got himself his very own gluten-free burger courtesy of the Barbequing Daddies, which swiftly ended up all over his yellow face. He loved his burger, but not quite as much as he loved the bouncy castle. In fact, all the kids loved the bouncy castle. I have been researching bouncy castles hire perth in anticipation of Finley’s next birthday party – I think I’m more excited than him.
After a rather violent turn on the bouncy castle ended in black face paint melting in a gloopy, oily mass, he declared himself blind and ran around in a circle, like a dog chasing it’s tail. The screaming ab-dabs promptly followed. Until Daddy scooped him up and carried him home, and an ice cream procured along the way added to the mess and joyously fixed the drama.
Ah there is nothing quite like a school fete is there?