i wore a fancy white linen dress, and my nephew said "who are you, aunty? you're a princess..." and so the dress- up began.

it was fairy-this and fairy-that for the remainder of the morning...we drank mint tea, ate nuts and berries, and each had a diminutive slice of blackberry sponge cake...who says boys don't play teaparty?

during our polite conversation, about fairies and honey, he informed me that REAL fairies pee in the bush. i'd never thought of that before, but who can argue with his logic?