You're having a party?

 Then why wasn't I invited 😏 it's on our property?  Bit cheeky if you ask me!

They are super hard to see in this photo, but there were a total of 16 mourning doves hanging around the pergola and fence on Saturday morning.

It wasn't too cold, but they were all fluffed up.

They also like sitting on top of the pergola.

Wonder what the occasion was?

So close your eyes and imagine this..........

hang on a minute that won't work, as you need to read what I am about to tell you!!

So on Saturday at Paige's party they had a bouncy castle.  So before everyone arrived, there was only the girls, their parents and dh and I.  The girls asked me to go on the bouncy castle and I said yes (THAT WAS THE WRONG, WRONG ANSWER TO THEIR QUESTION ON REFLECTION)

There is a small opening that you crawl in........that should have been an indication that this wasn't a good idea, but no I decided to give it a go.  There was a small platform that was made up of blown up material you crawled on to get to the opening.  Well when my "delicate" frame got onto that I didn't get on in the middle and I fell down to the side.  However not to be deterred I tried again and got my head down to my butt through the opening.

At this point I am sprawled on my stomach like a beached whale but couldn't haul myself through the opening, so dd is pushing me by my butt through the opening.  I get through the opening and the girls think this is great fun having their Nana in a bouncy castle and are bouncing around like lunatics. 

Meanwhile I am trying to stand up and failing miserably.  So to cut a long story short I made up a game where Nana lay on the bouncy castle floor and tried to catch and tickle the girls when they bounced past.  Which I have to say they thought was a fun game.

After a while Nana was pooped and decided to get out while the going was good.  So I wriggle out feet first land on the blown up platform on the side again, so end up rolling off the platform and onto the grass which was on a slight incline.

Both dh and son-in-law are shouting, "are you alright?"

Me: "I"m fine (my dignity isn't!)"

Fast forward to Sunday morning, and I guess I'm not fine.  It feels as though someone has kicked me in my right butt cheek, and all down my right leg.

So the moral of this story, if you're over a certain age and weight, steer clear of bloody bouncy castles!!!