taking advice from a tea bag

I love these teabags. So full of flavour, smell absolutely divine, and there's a little bit of advice on every label. Walk tall.

Ok, if you say so.

I've been not so much walking tall as dancing this weekend. My eldest nephew has just turned five (five!) and so, in the spirit of cheerful living, we danced, and ate Star Wars cake, and got prodded repeatedly by a "light saver".

And so it's probably time to share number 12 from my 100 gratitudes list:

12. small nephews, for having birthday parties and inviting aunties, who don't mind *too* much when they're jumped on

(but who might ache a tiny bit the next day).

An entire week of work beckons this week, punctuated by a little music, a little dancing, a little digging, and a whole load of looking forward to the next course installment.