I gather my Little Welsh Boys were up with the lark this morning, even more excited than usual. They were desperate to play Pass the Parcel. I'd have given anything to be there as I'm excellent at party games.
They are to be forgiven, of course, because it's their Dad's 40th birthday and the boys (as their mother admits) are "big on birthdays." I wonder where they got that from...
I always think birthdays are for mothers too. And when your youngsters are still littl'uns, and it's not so long since the day they were born, every mother likes to look back and remember.
But, hey, here's a thought for those of you whose children are still very much children, with birthdays involving the manufacture of elaborate cakes, organising parties, worrying over just how much needs to go into a party bag in order to be seen
as generous without going over the top and how many more balloons will pop before you have blown up enough to decorate the living room - even when they're all grown up, even when they reach the grand old age of 40, you still look back and remember.
So, just for once, rather than continuing with today's Daily Blog, I'm going to ask you to click on the "The Way We Were" button which you can find in the side panel on the left, just underneath my News &
It's the story of another birthday, 39 years ago today, and how I evaluated My Boy's achievements in his first year of life. It was written back in February 1974 so you'll have to accept references
to things like radiograms and revolving turntables.
I remember it like it was yesterday...