Marching On....

March had the same running theme as Feb - lots of cooking for various people coming over for grub. Jolly nice having them over too - lots of late nights and laughter. We went out quite a bit too (in Ralston!).

Half way through March, a lovely friend and I organised a Swishing Party. Despite that sounding slightly dodgey, it's an evening where a load of women swap clothes (no, NOT the ones they're wearing, Benj, OK?) they had supper here too. It was a highly organised affair (not my forte - that was definitely Jeanette's part to play) and I hosted it. Everybody gave us their items a few days before hand, I then made a load of pretty sizing labels (no plain functional white sticky labels here, thank you very much!), which were tied onto the clothes. I turned my dining room into a shopette and dressing room, borrowing some spiral clothes rails from the theatre and partitioning off my open plan dining room from the sitting room with some perfect curtains I found in a charity shop here - white voile covered with applique party dresses! The evening began with supper and then the fun began. There were so many of us that the easiers way to moniter the whole thing was to have each person's name pulled out of the hat one at a time and they then had the opportunity to go into the dressing room, look through everything, try it on, chose something and then the next person had a go. It went on quite late and I think it was a great success - I might well do another one in the summer.... ( I came away with two lovely new handbags and a bunch of other stuff, I highly recommend this form of no cost shopping!).

The girls had their report cards through in March too. I am pleased to say they both did well - Lexi's couldn't have been better. It was lovely to see that the penny had dropped for her. Actually working = good results!

Richard's hockey has been occupying a fair amount of his time and the season is coming to a close at the end of March. The final fixture is a tournament between all the teams here. His team, The Flyers did get to the final (I think!) so there was a good week or so of spending evenings on the bleachers in the ice rink supporting Daddy, eating fast food and developing a hoarse throat from our loyal support of our team! Actually, I really enjoy watching Richard play, the chidlren do too.