This evening, I raked up the dry grass that had been strimmed from the verge down the drive and dead-headed delphiniums and roses, as well as doing the nightly watering of pots. It was a mark of relaxation and of having some time to spare – that is, the weather was too lovely to waste by getting on with things indoors. I did spend a while finding cutlery and utensils for the annexe for when Miriam comes to stay. I’m still thinking about china and hoping to dig out something suitable from a cupboard. She could have some of ours but I’d have to borrow it back if the whole family comes for lunch. I have to admit, this is not very likely while the Aga is off, though I suppose I could do a cold meal with salad.
It’s Ro’s birthday next week and, now he’s a home-owner, I’m buying him a domestic-type present: ie a barbecue. I’ll pick it up tomorrow, having reserved it in the shop. As you know (well, most of you do), I’ve resolved to ignore my birthday, which is in about six weeks time. But I’m weakening a bit and wondering whether to force friends to ‘celebrate’ with me after all. Not on the day, I’ve got a meeting, though I’ve ascertained that someone will bring CAKE!
I’ve only ever had one birthday party since childhood and that was my fortieth. I had the urge to celebrate, I’m not sure why. We’ve only ever had one anniversary party, other than family ones, and that was a surprise one thrown by the children for our 25th. We ignored our fortieth anniversary – on the whole, it all seems rather artificial and I don’t mark specific dates. And I really don’t like a fuss being made over me. I prefer parties that aren’t centred round a ‘me’ occasion. But I’m a bit conscious of how short-lived my family tends to have been and I know that it’s daft not to grab every opportunity to have fun with friends.
I dunno. Still undecided. Still, if you have been, thanks for listening.