Echoing what that wise bird Crem said - stop doing yourselves down, crepeys! You gorgeous bunch. Although I'll come clean and admit to a nose job in my youth, as alluded to earlier. In my defence it was a spectacular hooter, and the NHS very kindly covered the cost.
Chuckling at Herbs in her grey undercrackers getting up close and personal with the chiro. 
Yes, the whole Y6 party thing is still under review....it's about 50 kids, presuming all can make it, and there are two sets of parents and a couple of teens for crowd control. I just figure, in for a penny, in for a pound, as it will be the last time they are all together (they split between two main secondaries, with a handful going private etc). I suppose at 11 they don't need quite as much attention (memories of a stream of demands for drinks, nose wipes, toilets, plasters and more cake at parties of yesteryear). And they're not at the snogging stage yet. 
DS went off to school for his Calculator Maths exam, and, as he reached the school gate, realised he'd left his calculator at home. Hopeless. Fortunately DD1 lent him her pink one.