This is (not) our night.

It was a long day for the kids yesterday - a morning of shopping, a children's party from 6 to 9 in the evening and then straight on from there to Marios's for the three-hour (plus) kitsch-fest known as the Eurovision Song Contest. We finally got back home at 2 in the morning. Amazingly, the girls managed to stay awake for all 25 songs (from Lithuania's snoozesome piano number to Spain's maybe-not-that-bad-but-by-then-who-cared ethnic mishmash), which was no mean feat. (Personally, I was ready to call it a night after the first dozen or so songs.) Anyway, at some point between the songs and the voting, Phoebe decided she wanted to fall asleep - possibly not so much as a result of tiredness and more because they had clips of all the entries playing on a loop and she was traumatised by the scary Armenians (she thought they were witches).

Emily stayed awake for all the voting and bravely hid her disapointment at the great injustice visited on Greece by an unholy alliance of Western European, Nordic and former Eastern block countries (i.e. pretty much everyone except Cyprus...)