Granddaughter Eleanor has introduced a new form of entertainment into my Final Birthday Celebrations. She is using an app on her mobile phone which enables her to check out what each of us would look like, were we the
Her adapted photo of her Grandad, known to you all as Mr B, has us all in stitches - I kid you not, he looks just like Vanessa Feltz. Me? Well,
I am not the least bit vain, as I hope you all know, but I think it is an extremely good idea, based on the picture my granddaughter shows me, that I am a woman, not a man.
The Eldest and the Youngest of the Darling Daughters make rather handsome fellas, I tell them, looking not unlike their younger brother. Eleanor, making herself look older, becomes the spitting image of her older sister - spookily so, in fact. In every
case, except mine, it seems that a certain Family Resemblance will emerge. I, on the other hand, don’t look like anybody in my family. Fortunately for them.
“I didn’t realise my face was that shape,” I say (failing anything else to say, you understand) but my granddaughter comforts me by saying that the app will have added thickness to my face and neck as part of its “transformation.”
Couldn’t we go back to adding rabbit’s ears and whiskers to our photographs? I very nearly say.
We are a merry crowd indeed, gathered in our living
room - two Darling Daughters, a Darling Granddaughter, The Boyfriend, Mr B and I (the Birthday Girl, in case you have forgotten though, to be honest, if you are a regular reader I haven’t given you much chance to forget.) We have decided, by mutual agreement,
that a meal of Fish and Chips from the local chippie will mean that nobody will have to slave over a hot stove (aside from the staff in the chippie, of course, to whom we are all indebted.) Eleanor is beyond delighted to hear that our local shop can supply
gluten free fish and chips.
I have presents and cards to open, a beautiful bouquet of flowers (yellow roses and bright, sunny sunflowers) to find a vase
for, a glass (or two) of prosecco to quaff - how very lucky I am! Then, after our meal, we set off for a long walk along the sea-front to the Bluebird Café. We reached the seafront via a woodland where groups of small pirates were racing around in search
of hidden treasure. I was tempted to join in, being in party mode, but I didn’t have my parrot with me...
It wasn’t so much a walk, to
be honest, as a crusade against the elements as a strong wind drove into our faces and threatened to lift us off our feet. It will be fine on the way back, we kept telling each other, bravely, when the wind is at our backs. Out at sea, the white horses galloped
shoreward in a kind of perpetual Grand National race, but one where there were no winners just an exhilarating battle of crashing waves.
I kept finding excuses
to stop along the way, bringing our party to a halt to inspect the vegetated shingle, the wind farm out on the horizon, the carved dolphins, mermaids and fish-laden boat in one of the shore-front gardens - all the better to catch my breath before we struggled
on. We could have headed back to the car, of course, but we are not the type to be defeated by a Bit of a Breeze. Besides the Bluebird Café and the promise of steaming hot mugs of coffee, chocolate or any other beverage of choice beckoned. Before too
long, we had commandeered enough chairs to seat us all around the only vacant table inside and the Youngest of the Darling Daughters was up at the counter ordering for us all.
As expected, we made the return journey so much more quickly with the wind at our backs. Back home, there was time before three of my visitors had to leave for the most special of birthday traditions. The one involving cake and candles, don’t
It was my third birthday celebration this year - and my third cake. The first was the ring of sunflower cupcakes lovingly baked by the Trio of
Rampaging Rascals; the second the surprise cake brought to our restaurant table, courtesy of friends Ian and Sallie (fellow members of the Meals and Wheels Club) on my actual birthday; while the third is a beautiful daisy cake, complete with a bee for decoration.
I was allowed to blow out my own candles yesterday and to keep the bee - had the Trio been present, it would have been a very different story.
You are probably
thinking that, as usual, I have taken the whole Birthday Business to excess but I beg to disagree.
Why have one birthday celebration when you could have
several? And why have one birthday cake - when you could have three!?