A 'quiet' meal
So, last night Hubby took me out for our quiet meal. It was at a local, very expensive, Italian restaurant so I did not anticipate us being joined for the soiree, how wrong I was. As we walked in I saw Baby Beans Daddy, and all my ageing brain computed was 'how strange he should be there'. In seconds though I realised that the large congregation of noisy people were my family and my best friends. I was truely surprised. More was to come though. After expressing my happiness and seeing everyone my sister handed me a little pink box, advising me that I should look inside. There, nestled in what she later told me was loo paper, was a teeny, tiny frying pan with two fried eggs, exactly like the one pictured on my blog a week ago. I was so chuffed 'cos I thought how thoughtful of them to have hunted one down, but more was to come. Yes, I have my georgian dolls house, the most lovely of gifts from Sister, BIL, and their family. I am so excited. It has little staircases, and chimneys, I can't wait to assemble it and start turning it into a mini-home. Jack's Mummy, heaven knows where she found the time, had made a birthday cake with the requisit number of candles on it, singed my eyebrows blowing out the candles, and Pregnant daughter had decorated the table with glitter stars and balloons. Much alcohol was imbibed by all and by the end of the evening everything looked rather like the photo. Then the older members of the party decamped back to chez nous to continue drinking, talking, and in one case falling into such a deep sleep that I coloured his hair, eyebrows and moustache with vivid blue hair colour without him waking-up.
Today Hubby is suffering, he is splitting his time between the bedroom and the settee, these oldies just can't take the pace.
Tomorrow is the official B Day. The off-spring are all coming round after work to watch me open my cards and doubtless take the micky about my age. On Tuesday life will return to normal, but I will be left with the most wonderful memories of an evening spent with those who mean the most to me, except Jack, who was left with a babysitter.
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(3.4.05 14:56) Right! you were an Aries, too! I remember! Happy Birthday! And glad you had such a nice celebration. There´s an account of my birthday (+pics) in my blog, today. =) |
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(3.4.05 16:53) here´s a sweetie! =) |
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(3.4.05 17:18) Oh, thankyou MJ, that sweetie was lovely 
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(3.4.05 17:59) Happy Birthday for tomorrow, still only a youngster yet Gal..... . And a sweetie too !! |
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(3.4.05 18:35) Chippy, you lovely man, both for the sweetie and the reassurance. |
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(4.4.05 02:53) Happy Birthday to you! |
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(4.4.05 07:43) Happy happy birthday lovely MM xx |
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(4.4.05 09:28) Happy Birthday to you, happy, birthday to you, happy birthday dear MM, happy birthday to you (appologies for being off key). |
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(4.4.05 09:58) Oh wow, all these sweeties. I'm imagining 'pick and mix', sherbert fountains, shoelaces, flying saucers. Thankyou for the lovely felicitations, and the amazing rendition of Happy Birthday xxx |
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(4.4.05 10:18) What a fantastic family you have. Candy for being such a fantastic Mum and doing a great job. Birthday candy shall be handed out on the days entry. Love ya Chiccy (The real one) x |
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(4.4.05 10:18) *doh* |
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(4.4.05 11:19) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! xxxxxx |
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(4.4.05 22:48) Who is the attractive woman drinking the coffee? She can only be 16. Reminds me of Kylie Minogue. Striking resemblance don't you think? |
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(5.4.05 10:10) Chiccy - My family are lovely, the older they get, the more amazing they are. JoJo- Thankyou, it was a Happy Birthday. Matilda - That vision is a hologrammatic representation of me 9 years and 4 months ago. Clever, isn't it? I feel it has it's roots more in Annie Lennox than Kylie. |
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(5.4.05 11:10) It warms my heart and gives me hope for my lot. Thanks musey I am glad you had a great time. Love Chiccy x |
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(7.4.05 05:22) happy birthday.........another sweetie...if you cant eat them on your birthday then when can you huh? |