Happy birthday to Fred and George!

My babies are all grown up and come of age! We're having a grand party today here at the Burrow to celebrate. They have faithfully promised to hold off on all explosions for the day, although I suppose they wouldn't be the twins I know and love without a practical joke or two being sprung before sunset. (All the goats are already sporting pink and purple polka dots and who know what else they'll pull before the day is out!)

Am off to prepare the birthday feast. They've requested all their favourites and I have to get the steak and kidney pies assembled and then start on the treacle tart. Charlie's here for the weekend, and Bill will be here for dinner tonight. It'll be wonderful to have us all gathered together at the kitchen table.