A Birthday Party

We took it easy again this morning, lazing in bed and eating a leisurely breakfast. No rush at all. Just a gentle meandering through the morning.

I popped upstairs and coloured my hair and had a shower, getting ready to go out at lunchtime, while John tortured himself watching the cricket.

Finally, we were both ready and set off on the little walk round to Pete and Dawn’s for Lucy’s 30th birthday celebrations. John set off a bit before me, as I had Lucy’s card to write, but I caught him up on the corner of Pete and Dawn’s road. “You’ve forgotten to bring my bag!” he said, grinning at me. Ah……. “I think I’ve left it on the stairs.” he continued. No worries, I told him, I’d go back for it. We arrived at Pete and Dawn’s, greeted everyone and dropped Lucy’s present in. “I’m just going back home,” I said, “see you all in a minute!”

The party was lovely. All of the Cross family were there with their attendant husbands and offspring as well as great-grandma Jean; Aunty Jan and Uncle Dave, with their daughter and their grandchildren and so on….. It was a full house! What a privilege to part of it.

Everyone bustled about to get the table filled with sumptuous food, including Peter’s home-made chocolate-chip ice cream; several people prepared drinks and offered them round, and we all settled in for a jolly good time.

The weather was kind to us and the patio doors were flung wide open, with everyone spilling out into the garden to play games; little Arthur trotted round and round the house, thoroughly enjoying himself. He was most fascinated by the very posh birthday cake and was very keen to get stuck in to that! Bless him – so cute. We managed a picture of Lucy with the cake before he got his hands on it though!

We came home about four o’clock. The party was still in full flow, but tiredness had set in. Pete Sharkey offered us a lift home, which we gratefully accepted.

As we walked down the path to the front door, John was irritated by the overgrowth of the plants in the front flowerbed and the roses over the doorway. “I’ll do it, John. I’ll cut them back.” Ha! He gave me a withering look and said, “You never do!” Oh, dear. So, while John sat and watched the Grand Prix, I toddled outside with my secateurs and did the dirty deed. There! Done!

We spent our evening watching a bit of TV and relaxed some more. This is the life, eh?

Take care everyone. God bless.