Next year Mr B and I will celebrate 50 years of marriage. A Golden Wedding - that's for Seriously Old People, is it not? Though, as Young Faris would undoubtedly remind me, I have reached A Great Age. So, theoretically,
anything is possible.
I still remember our fifth anniversary when we somehow managed to find a willing baby-sitter (worth their weight in gold) and took ourselves off to what we then considered an extremely
swanky restaurant. I can't recall exactly what we ate but I imagine we had prawn cocktail for starters, steak and chips for our main and, of course, Black Forest Gateau for pud. That's what everyone ate on a special night out in 1971. As an anniversary present
I gave Mr B the wedding ring I couldn't afford to buy him on our Wedding Day. I think I might have raided the Family Allowance (or "Fammy Ally" as I called it in those far off days) in order to buy it.
the table next to ours a couple were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary with family and friends. Ten years! A lifetime, I was thinking. Now we have been married almost five times as long as that couple. I like to think that they enjoyed a fabulous
Golden Celebration themselves in 2011.
Then there was the couple we shared a table with on our honeymoon (at Butlins, Bognor Regis - we knew how to live, way back then) who were married on the same
day as we were. I wonder if they are making Grand Plans for a celebration next year? If so, I wonder what they will be doing and where they will be going? I hope they are still as happy as they were when last we saw them.
Yes, indeed, there is over a year to go but Mr B and I have already started making plans. We have booked a "Holiday of a Lifetime" travelling to New York and back on the Queen Mary 2, sketched out plans for a Celebratory Lunch for our family and closest
friends, and tentatively pencilled in a garden party with strawberries and cream for all our many local pals. Let's face it, when you have something to celebrate it's worth pushing the boat out.
the basis that Anticipation is Almost as Special as the Event Anticipated (a Golden Rule which I have just made up, in my head, all on my own) we are going to have a great time over the next thirteen months. Today we made a start by buying three guide books
on Visiting New York - Mr B says his head is aching already. The Lonely Planet informs us that coming to New York from anywhere else for the first time is "like stepping into a movie; one you've probably been unknowingly writing, one that contains unimagined
possibilities." So I could be Helen Mirren, perchance? And as for Mr B....
I also went on-line and signed up as a Friend of Central Park, which doubtless means I will receive several emails a week about events
across The Pond. It will help my acclimatisation, I tell Mr B. He reckons it will simply clog up my in-box.
What I must not forget, in all my Anticipatory Excitement, is that there are several Red Letter Dates
to be celebrated this year, long before we find ourselves in 2016, our Golden Year. The Eldest of the Darling Daughters and her fella are celebrating their Silver Wedding. Both our eldest grand-daughter and our eldest grandson will come of age this year. Each
of these special events must be celebrated in style.
This time next week our grand-daughter, Katie, will kick off her eighteenth birthday celebrations at our house. It will be the second birthday we have celebrated
at ours in just over a month, the first being Young Faris's second birthday. There are, it is true, some subtle differences between a 2nd birthday and an 18th birthday but there are some common elements. I suspect I don't need to tell Katie what these will
be. She knows me so well.
There will, however, be a few surprises because that's what birthdays are all about, especially when you are brave enough to trust your grandparents to host an occasion.
A fella by the name of Ted Berrigan (no, I'd never heard of him either) put pen to paper to write about "Things to Do in New York". Here's what he wrote: "Celebrate your own, and everybody else's birth."
I think I'll start now, if it's all the same to you.