Flavoured balloons...

It is coming to the end of the summer term here in the UK and most mums, kids and especially teachers are flagging.

Parents look a bit glazed over, teachers are looking less than fresh as Daisy's and the kids are fraught.

Within the next couple of weeks the children will be on summer (ahem) holidays, so by the time it's all over the children will be happier, the teachers will start their days brighter, fresher and with cleaner skin, but the parents may well be alcoholics having survived six weeks home alone with the kids.

Seems that only the kids and the teachers win here.

With this in mind I thought it was time to organise a bit of a girlie evening. Well, more of a Fifty Shades of Grey evening - so that some of the female friends I know can kick back, drink copious amount of wine and settle back for some unadulterated fun...you know, much like men do at a strip club, but with nibbles and coasters.

So I started to sidle up to a few of my mum friends in the school playground - much like a drug dealer does when trying to score, and I whisper low in their ear;

"Fancy," sniff, "erm, coming to a party?" Fervent look around, while the mum nods.
"Ann Summers. My house. Be there for 7.30". Cough slyly, kick a stone and shuffle off.

This will be the first time I have ever arranged a party like this as my normal repertoire in parties is balloon and cake filled, with hoards of screaming kids so this should ideally be a little bit more interesting, although there may still be balloons.

It's all organised, I just have to get out my official invites to my official invitees, get some serious amount of wine, dips and cheese sticks and go from there.

I am sure there will be a blog about it - but in the meantime, if anyone has any advice on what I should be buying (and I don't mean which cheese) feel free to let me know...