Turning Fourteen

We spend my fourteenth birthday in a very different place to my thirteenth, in Antibes instead of Fuengirola. Our planned festivities also differ greatly from last year.

The days highlight is afternoon tea à la français with scones, caramel squares and boulangerie goodies. There is plenty of unwrapping to do and I receive a new jumper, a book, souvenirs, sweets and a lovely white Swiss knife as well as some beautiful cards.

Colm and I go for a rollerblade at dusk, whilst Mom and Dad walk together. Bangers n’ mash with a game of chess is the evenings menu and we set up to play cards, but sleepiness overtakes us and we go to bed instead. Birthdays are tiring work!Meer informatie