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recently, one of our friends celebrated her day of birth by inviting her into her home and and entertaining us in quite a Mexican themed evening. walking into this huge farm house, is amazing, because of the high ceilings and the unexpected twist and turns that loop into another room, but most of all, on every flat surface was another sort of sweet or chocolate that could be indulge whenever, without restriction. so firstly, once recovered by the large variety choice of sweets, i quickly placed all the Haribo rings on my fingers, before have the time to take a  ice-cream shaped cake i found myself outside, admiring a multi-coloured-paper-mache- horse-piñata, hanging off the quite over-large tree. being a some what inpatient person, and having never hit a piñata before, i went first, before anyone could object. and it was surprisingly hard and it did take everyone all together at the end for it to fall, and for everyone to gather their own personal stock of sweets, personally, i went for the white-chocolate buttons, but their was also party poppers, which brought me back 5 years. once the piñata got replaced by a tire swing, this lead to whole new exciting venture where laughing and screaming were both present as everyone tried their hardest to fit in, and to not fall out. once we finished swinging of that tree, we moved over to another tree which was made, born, grown for climbing. i never found out if they had carved it so perfectly or not, but this tree was made to be climb, and being that it was my first encounter with this tree i didn't go that high, but i had never seen people climb a tree so quickly and get so far up, it was quite an amazing thing to view, and i was tempted to carve myself a climbing arena in one of my trees, but then i remembered that i had no ability or skill when it came to gardens or nature in any way, shape or form. once the discovery of this amazing tree had been experienced, and everyone stopped pretending to be squirrels, we made our way to the inside of the white farm house, and i will take this opportunity to sincerely apologise to anyone i may of harmed or visually scared with my original dancing skills. but once others had recovered, we realised our Mexican experiences had finished and tacos and nachos were still to come. now personally, ii have never had tacos and i don't think i will have them again, simply because i do not deal well with spicy food, and my mouth was slightly on fire. after about 10 glasses of fruit punch, the dancing skills returned and the evening was finished with laughter and pictures people try to forget.

Quite the Piñata 

home-made rainbow cakes in a jar

a bit of nostalgia with the party poppers

ohh, those ice-cream shaped cakes.

we try to look our best on a daily basis, but in the end we simply laugh at the attempt and give-up