It’s my 57th birthday today, and my wife’s youngest son, his wife and our two granddaughters have arranged to meet me at Stompers in North Walsham to have coffee and a cake whilst being entertained by the children scrambling around the soft play area. So, I take the dog for an early walk and them drive over to North Walsham to meet them. Coffee, cake and entertainment are provided in equal measures, and an hour or so is passed very enjoyably.
My wife arrives home early to prepare the house for guests this evening – she has prepared a chilli con carne and a vegetarian lasagne for dinner, and we are expecting my wife’s two sons, their partners, our two granddaughters, my wife’s ex-husband and his partner, and my wife’s younger brother to help us to eat it all. We have a chaotic, crowded evening, and many of my birthday presents are bottles of beer, so it seems that everyone knows what I like!
Everyone departs by 10pm and my wife clears up the devastation while I sit and drink (another) birthday beer.