Belated Party Pictures

I promised to post some pictures of the feast we enjoyed on my brother’s birthday a few weeks ago, and because I am slovenly I have only just gotten round to doing it.

You may recall our family motto: ‘Never knowingly under-catered’.

Here is the proof:

Firstly the all important wall of cakes.  Much like the wall of death but you are likely to die slowly by diabetes than quickly due to your motorbike falling off the wall while you are rotating like a loon at 100 mph.

Please note the cupboard bulging with very important paper, things and stuff.  Aunty Wainwright may have been tamed, but she has certainly not been vanquished.

Here is the more savoury end of things, although there are little plates of cake squirrelled away here and there, should you begin to feel that you have not received sufficient in the way of a sugar fix from the wall of cake.

Note the table extension where we ran out of room on the previous, eight seater dining table.  Tsk! How careless.

I did not manage to take photographs of the table in the kitchen, which was also laden with bread, cakes and the ghost of Marie Antoinette.  I had reached sensory overload.

To finish I will include a rare shot of my father attempting to get dish pan hands:

Don’t worry, nobody fainted with shock, and we were all sitting down.  It’s quite safe.

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