A Very Merry Unbirthday To You

We ate, we drunk and we got all merry Alice in Wonderland style on Saturday when we went down to the local park for a picnic. I think it's safe to say it was a happy unbirthday for all involved. Yes, I know what you're thinking: Isn't having an unbirthday a tad self indulgent? Perhaps. But when it involves a super duper picnic party (or anything involving rhyme AND alliteration) who really cares?

So, not everyone came (who doesn't come to their OWN unbirthday? Silly billies.) And I, as is the case regularly these days, camoflaged with my surroundings so to be honest I can't even be sure if I was there. But I did, to make up for the absences, make a couscous salad and fairy bread. The latter, apparently, not a normality over this side of the globe. Basically, it's white bread made yum with the help of hundreds and thousands (and fairies of course). The sun shone and I drunk like, three bottles of Diet Coke. Do I have an addiction? Well, it's not really my place to say, is it? But try calling an intervention and I'll tie myself to a tree/go on a hunger strike/all of the above.

Shirt: Boyfriend's (originally from a charity shop in Sydney)
Denim shorts: I hacked the legs off an old pair of the boyfriend's jeans
Neck tie: Lace from C&H Fabrics
Sunnies: From an Eastbourne charity shop for 50pence

There were chips, dips, ice cream and a kite machine. Needless to say, our tummy boxes got well full.