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A Perfectly Formed Party

Sam and James are busily tying helium balloons to a paper plate left over from yesterday’s party to see if they can make it fly. 

 

It is the morning after the day before.  Mr B’s Birthday Party is well and truly over.  Except that is not really true because here are a number of friends and relatives, fresh from the B&Bs and hotels where they have been staying overnight, trooping along our garden path to see us before they head back to their various homes.  I am still in my dressing gown and wearing my Early Morning Face. Which is not unlike my All Day Face, but with messier hair.  When I came downstairs this morning I was surprised to see My Boy was already up.  I thought he was planning to stay in late, I ventured. Which is when he told me it was already 10 ‘clock...

 

Yesterday was one of those special days.  Every single member of our immediate family gathered together for an Indian meal at lunchtime, for a champagne toast, for photographs to record the happy scene. We get together as a family quite a lot but it seems there is always at least one person missing - plus it’s only in the last two years that we have been joined by first Morgan, then Faris.  Yesterday we were all there - every one of us - to celebrate Mr B’s birthday.

 

Everyone had played their part, from the endless encouragement from the Youngest of the Darling Daughters as I waded my way through a massive on-line drinks order from tesco.com, to My Boy making a birthday banner to top all birthday banners (he gets it from his mother.) The Darling Daughter-in-Law helped me de-clutter the kitchen on the day of the party ready for the introduction of wine, beer, soft drinks and a rather eclectic selection of glasses hired from Sainsbury’s. The Middle of the Darling Daughters travelled down from Cheam transporting (along with Young Faris) a truly magnificent chill while the Eldest of the Darling Daughters supplied the champagne and, by virtue of possessing the largest car, was delegated to collect the dozens of helium balloons which would hang from the ceiling and transform our room into Party Mode. It was a wonder her car didn’t float home. My kids know how to do Team Work. It’s clearly a question of upbringing...but I am more grateful to them than words can say for everything they did to give their Dad a special birthday.

 

It wasn’t the largest party gathering we have ever held – but it was extra special in lots of ways.  As the responses to the party invitation started to roll in, I realised that this would be a Perfectly Formed Party. As in, everybody there, in one way or another represented an aspect of Mr B’s life so far. Mr B was adopted as a baby, and this party brought together all his siblings from both families for the first time ever. Both his god-children were there, as were our dear one-time neighbours, representing all our happy years in Staplehurst, Kent.  A long-time friend from work came with his family. My sister and her family, were a reminder of all the holidays, Christmasses and get-togethers our two families shared when our seven children were small. My friend from school-days was there, the same friend who was with me when Brian and I met, outside Woolworths, all those fifty years ago. Plus more recent friends from our Worthing days.  Mr B wore a permanently happy face, as befits the Birthday Boy.

 

If that makes it all sound a bit, well, worthy – that’s as far from the truth as it could be. You can, indeed, judge for yourself from a Videostar production (see link below) directed by grand-daughters Hazel and Katie and posted on YouTube today.  I particularly like the guest appearance by the yellow plastic ducks from the bathroom. Plus I rather think, if I were not so old already, that I might well have been considered a Star in the Making.  

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDzNkQG9PZY&feature=youtu.be

 

The paper plate is floating up the stair-well. My Little Welsh Boys’ experiment is a success. Then James tries to repeat the success by tying his toy monkey to the balloons but the monkey stays well and truly grounded. Young Morgan, however, has discovered, to his joy, that he can operate - from indoors - the remote control which extends the awning above the patio doors.

 

Success and failure. So much depends on a whole variety of factors. Thanks to my lovely family I reckon Mr B’s birthday party really took off.

 

Unlike the poor monkey.

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26.10 | 14:21

Mmm, was it because there were '24 men kicking a ball' that it didn't end entirely satisfactorily???

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15.10 | 11:13

I don't remember seeing this first time round.... but thank you for sharing with me. You write beautifully, and brought a tear to my eyes. Lots of love xx

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10.10 | 21:37

Jaqui I think your grandchildren are very lucky. You have spurred me on to write a letter to Amelia who like Hazel is away from home for the first time. 💕

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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