The gate-crasher

This morning we went to Oliver’s party at a park in West End and Chelsea met up with Molly who was at another kid's party. I chatted to Molly’s mum and we were kind of tag-teaming, watching the kids and being sociable with our separate groups. Next minute the other party is all singing happy birthday to their child, Chelsea’s bang in the middle of them all (gate-crashing!) and strolls over 10 minutes later with blue icing all around her mouth.