A Birthday Party

[poliphilo]

Samina asked us round to celebrate Zayam's birthday. Apart from us it was all family. Nakisha was playing One Direction vids. She kept pausing the one where they're in a hall of memory hung with photos of their past lives to tell us, "Now this is really moving."  Which it is. There was a wonderful birthday cake in the shape a cartoon character I didn't recognize which came not with candles but with a miniature firework that threw out golden rain. Zayam got just the one present- an i-pad, which Nakisha took off him and set up with a screen-saver of super heroes. As we were leaving Shiraz regaled us with stories of break-ins and stabbings and rapes and how we've got to watch out because the Roma are coming.

Comments

[cmcmck.livejournal.com]

Sigh :o(

The Romani blood makes us evil people, you know. :oZ

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

You steal babies, I hear.

Poor little blonde babies.....:(

[artkouros.livejournal.com]

Hide the children!!!

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

And bring everything in off the washing line.

[cmcmck.livejournal.com]

If you do that, I wont know to sell you any clothes pegs! :op

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

How about some lucky heather?

[davesmusictank.livejournal.com]

I have a cart and horse and asking for any old iron

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I remember that.

We used to have guys with carts coming down our street when I was a kid.