It does eventually come to anyone who is 49 years old. THAT birthday. I believe mine was last Wednesday as I share it with Robert Burns; but to be honest the last days have been a bit of a blur so perhaps I missed it.
Guy was over from Vancouver and I woke up on the day with a ridiculous amount of excitement - the sort that's reserved to youngsters turning 10. The first shock was the most stunning vase of 50 roses - grown locally and cut the previous day - from Max.
A week later they were still beautful. Not bad for a man who jokes he married a girl with a January birthday so that he wouldn't have to give her fresh flowers! (Joke...mostly)
Then a beautiful pair of Canadian slippers from Guy and his girlfriend. This house has tiled floors and my early morning coffee run always leaves my feet freezing cold so these are extremely welcome. Suede slippers lined with woollen fleece. Perfect.
I was aware that a collection was going on amongst my brothers/sisters/in-laws to buy me a loom. It was ordered and sent from Ashford in New Zealand and to everyone's astonishment arrived on my birthday itself. How about that! However, although it sat tantalisingly on the dining room table I wasn't actually allowed to open it until after the weekend - because we had a party.
You may recall that last year we held a Burns Night Supper. Well, we did it again but this time with my two brothers, their wives, my sister-in-law and her husband, all three of our sons plus English and French friends. Although we were celebrating Burns and my birthdays, we also took the opportunity to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary which, all being well, is on 27 February. I can't believe it's been 30 years but anyway.
The evening was wonderful. The various traditional Burns Supper addresses and replies had a topical twist. We danced the night away, the haggis was bought in to great ceremony and this year with a piper to accompany us. Joyce had made a delicious cake.
Unfortunately I don't have a photo of Jean-Yves playing but there we are! Maybe someone will send one to me.
Anyway, just as I thought it was all over our friends from France (English and French) presented us with the most wonderful gift - a SmartBox which for those of you unfamiliar with the concept is a sort of hotel voucher but we get to choose the hotel/date. It is always complicated for us to get away together as we have dogs, chickens, geese, ducks etc but this was where generosity and thoughtfulness combined - Joyce and Tricia, as part of the present, will come and house/animal sit while we are away. True friends indeed.