I am never quite sure, when I welcome the Trio to our home, exactly who will turn up. Today, for example, there were a couple of heart-stoppingly beautiful unicorns tripping along the alleyway at the side of our house
and into the back garden. Their brother, to be fair, looked more or less, well, normal...
It was the Day After The Day Before. Or Birthday Two. Or, a Chilly Back
Garden Birthday. Take your pick. Yesterday was the Twins’ sixth birthday, a most happy occasion lovingly planned and executed by their proud mamma, the Middle of the Darling Daughters. Activities included much application of make-up and nail varnish
(a favourite among their presents) and the baking of gingerbread. Today it was my turn to magic up an appropriately celebratory occasion.
I was more than a little
worried about the fact that, Tier Two restrictions being what they are, our visitors would be forbidden entry to the warmth of the living room, being confined to the garden, chilly though that might be. I also felt sorry for my youngest granddaughters that
they weren’t allowed to invite lots of friends round to party with them. Though, it suddenly occurred to me, there was nothing to stop me issuing a few invitations of my own...
Hence, when the Birthday Unicorns and their brother entered the back garden (having paused briefly to admire the Giant Penguin, dressed up as a shepherd for the Penguin Nativity Play) they found their special guests already seated around the party table
- the three Flowerpot People who have been sitting out in the garden ever since the Trio made them, just waiting for an opportunity to take centre stage at such a momentous event.
Of course, when you are six years old it’s All About The Presents - and there were several to open, including this year’s Christmas tree decorations and presents from my Little Sister and her fella. The main event (as far as I was concerned)
was the unveiling of our gifts, two flying fairies - one pink, one purple. This was a present with a story, I explained to the girls. When I was about their age, or maybe a little bit younger, my dear Dad always brought me home a magazine called Tiny Tots
every Friday. (My sister also had a magazine; hers was called Chick’s Own. It’s hard to imagine today’s littl’uns being much impressed by either title.) My favourite story was about a little girl who possessed a fairy doll which (as
fairy dolls are wont to do) came to life every night at bedtime. My lovely parents bought me my own fairy doll one Christmas but she was a great disappointment as she never so much as shook a wing in flight. Tala, eldest of the Twins by one important minute,
listened carefully to my sad tale, sympathy in her bright eyes.
We decided it would be better not to try to fly the fairies in the garden in case they flew away
- so they will have their maiden flight when the girls return home. I have been promised a short video recording the happy scene which will surely make up somewhat for my childhood disappointment...
The park on the beach beckoned - a chance for the Trio to run, jump, climb, swing and enjoy the winter sunshine. The sea was stunningly beautiful, calm and silvery smooth against a sky of scudding clouds, grey and white on
blue. This is why I love living here - seeing the sea in all its manifestations, ever-changing with the seasons. We played Hide and Seek among the rocks and I disgraced myself belieivng myself to be successfully hidden behind a large outcrop but failing
to realise that the top of my pink bobble hat was still visible to the seekers....
Back to the garden for fish fingers and chips followed by the traditional birthday
cake (with twelve candles - six each.) We sang Happy Birthday twice, one for each twin, because I think every Birthday Person is entitled to their own rousing rendition. I stood just inside the door as I presented the girls with their cake so that the candles
wouldn’t be blown out by the breeze. Not that they lasted that long when the Twins started blowing.
I wonder why I worried that everything would be less
I should have trusted in the Magic of Unicorns....