Saturday was my birthday, not a ‘big’ one, several of those have gone already and I’m not near the next one – yet. Sleeping was interrupted every hour and five minutes Friday night by those horrible flush and sweat combinations but I remained positive, after all I could have a lie in as it was my birthday. Not to be as the phone woke me at 8.30, one of Hubby’s golfing chums asking where he was, Hubby wasn’t playing as he had the latest cold virus doing the rounds and he was feeling rubbish. Putting the phone back down I snuggled down to return to the land of nod. Unfortunately Hubby was doing an impersonation of a hump-back whale, rearing-up, flopping down, slapping arms about then sneezing, sniffing and groaning. I gave up attempting to sleep and shuffled downstairs. I was full of self-pity, all I had wanted was a leisurely cup of coffee and slice of toast in bed, instead I was moping around the kitchen tidying up and hand washing a few ‘smalls’ (broken washing machine). What did I have to look forward to? Measuring for curtains with DIL , how breathtakingly exciting. Son and DIL are selling, well have, ‘subject to contract’, sold their house and and are buying one nearer to us and so DIL had phoned and asked me to go to the new house with her for curtain measuring duties. I advised caution, much can go wrong with their sale, but apparently John Lewis had a sale on, something not to be missed.
Eventually Hubby got up, much sniffing and sighing, and gave me my card and part of my birthday pressie, a pair of silver earrings, the rest of it is a new border fork and a ‘feature’ plant. I mooched around the garden, moodily, and at 1pm Hubby announced that he was going to change his ‘strides’ as he was going to come measuring curtains. Now my nearest and dearest is not known for his eagerness to concern himself with interior design or his sartorial sense, so I questioned him. Apparently DIL and I would not be capable of measuring the apertures correctly and he felt that we should not let the side down by appearing scruffy to their vendors.
Off we went to see the new house. Halfway there Hubby detoured to ‘check something out’, I became suspicious. We pulled into a pub car park, and there in the garden was youngest daughter! I walked into the garden and was greeted by Jack and Izzy shouting ‘Happy Birthday Nanny’. Five minutes later other daughter arrived with Amy and the Boys. swiftly followed by son, DIL and Evie. Conniving bunch of lovely people! There was a birthday cake, cards and pressies, and everyone had a lovely time. The pub had a wonderful set of outside activities for all the grandchildren, all in an enclosed garden, so us adults could relax and enjoy our lunch whilst they expended joules of energy.
My day started with me feeling so blue, and ended with me feeling positively rosy.