Only there wasn't to be...
He didn't turn up. It dawned on us with agonising slowness that the jungley man wasn't just late - he wasn't coming. We were in a hall booked for three hours, surrounded by more than a dozen nine year olds - all looking at us expectantly. Aaaaargh!
So we played hide and seek and wink murder and tag and zombies and musical chairs. Then we played them all again. We organized a crap quiz and a mad game where they passed things to each other using only their chins. Then we fed them s-l-o-w-l-y on individual crisps and undercooked pizza and single chocolate fingers until they pleaded with us to stop.
And still there were hours left to fill.
Ironically, I'd run mad with the wild animal theme. There were animal masks for all the children, wild animals on the cups, plates, tablecloths and partybags. The only things there weren't, of course, were the animals themselves!
|Spot the elephant with the crap party!|
Who knows, maybe this time next year I'll look back and laugh.