I spent the weekend at my sister's Party of Everything.
It was a proper party with a marquee, homemade bunting, live music, individual trifles served in vintage teacups, little children dancing, teenagers drinking too much, adults long past their teenage years drinking too much, live music, camping, a BBQ, barking dogs, biting midges and lots of people I hadn't seen for years and years.
The weather was by Irish standards excellent. It was warm during the day and in the evening when it cooled down there were bonfires. The children in attendance were very well behaved and the teenagers were charming. The only fly (flies?) in the ointment were the uninvited guests - milions and millions of midges. Leitrim is a boggy, damp county with lots of lakes which is exactly the kind of terrain that midges love. During the live music which took place in the marquee the midges were out in force. When people weren't clapping along to the music they were slapping themselves to kill the wee feckers. There was a lot of handing round of insect repellant and the heady smell of Deet permeatedthe place masking the smell of the garden flowers. Two days later and I am covered in itchy red lumps.
Martha entertained us all by dancing by herself in a non showing off way. At one point she turned round and seemed shocked that there were other people in the room watching her. The following morning she also sang for us. Her set included Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, You Are My Sunshine and a gusty rendition of The Irish Rover.
Leitrim Sister spent weeks preparing for the party and then several days entertaining the people who stayed for the whole weekend. I don't know how she did it. All in all it was a great success.