Sitting down with a refreshing cup of tea, I gave out a deep sigh. ‘What a day!’ I smiled to my husband Ryan as we made ourselves comfy under a marquee in our back garden.
It was 13 July, and Ryan, 30, and I had just thrown a birthday party for our kids, Charlie, 10, and Orson, three.
‘You did well, Kate,’ my friend Amy, 33, smiled.
Just half an hour before, about 60 of our family and friends had been milling about our garden, watching their kids play on the swings and trampoline we’d set up.
Charlie and Orson’s birthdays are so close together, so every year, we’d have a garden party to celebrate.
But this year, we’d really outdone ourselves.
A friend had brought over funfair games, and…