I absolutely LOVE birthdays! Anyone's birthdays, really, they don't have to be mine.
I've always felt sorry for Mr B who, because his birthday falls
just a fortnight after Christmas, had to make do with Christmas-cum-Birthday presents when he was little. Almost certainly as a result of this, I am sure, he just doesn't share my enthusiasm, certainly not for his own birthday. But
don't feel too sorry for him, these days I absolutely INSIST he enjoys his birthday. Even when he says he wants to spend his birthday quietly, like any other day, and forget about the advancing years. Well, the very thought! As
you can imagine there's no way I'm letting him get away with that...
I am assuming that my childhood birthdays must have been special, otherwise why do I feel this way? But actually I can't
remember having a party, or presents, or friends round for birthday tea. The only birthday I remember is my 10th. My Dad took me to the local shop and told the shopkeeper it was my birthday - and he gave me a whole bar of chocolate. And we
went to the cinema to see a film called "Jacqueline", all about a girl who looked and sang like an angel but whose naughty deeds belied her looks. Not at all like me, then, on any count.
Sam's sixth birthday today was altogether much more exciting. A visit to a Community Farm, complete with a bumpy tractor ride, a walk with three friendly, if slightly soppy, sheep, a dragon which spouted water instead of fire, and a wishing
well with a bell which didn't ring, however many 2p pieces we flung into its murky depths.
Back home to welcome family guests, all bearing cards and gifts. Fun in the garden, party tea
and a chocolate cake in the shape of a 6, sporting a similarly shaped sparkler. Sam's mother, the lovely Jude, bewailed the fact that she had not been able to decorate the cake as elaborately as she would have liked. She would, doubtless,
have spent hours on it - while Sam and brother James had taken all of thirty seconds the previous day to cover the cake with Maltesers, Smarties, chocolate stars and milk chocolate buttons. Where Jude's cake decoration would have been
a Leonardo da Vinci, theirs was pure Banksy. It was, indeed, a work of art.
Happy Birthday, Sam! I hope you'll remember today when you're as old as me!