I had thought, at one point, that I might have some sort of celebration of my birthday, but I couldn’t be bothered in the end. I’m really not that fussed about any sort of anniversary, not if it applies to me. In fact, that attitude seems to have passed on to my children – presents might be given weeks later and it’s generally thought that it’s more fun that way than to receive everything at the same time. For a child, who gets a range of presents on or around the birthday or Christmas, having something extra when the event has long passed seems like a bonus, or so our relaxed attitude assumes. May all change for the next generation, who knows? My mother took very different attitude, her birthday was immensely important to her, but that may well have been because not enough attention was paid to it when she was very young. But anyway, there was nothing specific but it was rather lovely all the same with just LT and me for most of the time.
Tomorrow, it’s Ro and Dora’s third wedding anniversary. They’re away on holiday this week, which I only remembered as I dropped their card in the post box. They’re having a new kitchen fitted, some of which will be done while they’re not there. I think it’ll be microwave ready meals for the second week – at least they’ll really appreciate proper home cooking after that, Ro pointed out. He’s a keen cook and prepares a lot of the meals in their house. One of the things – they can be counted on a few fingers – that I got right as a parent was encouraging them all to cook and to appreciate good food. I didn’t even know I was doing so, or that it was unusual, at any rate, because it was natural to me.