Today is the eighth anniversary of the second time I met Lovely Tim. When he came to the second blog party, knowing no one in person, he invited me and the Sage to his birthday party a few weeks later. It worked out quite well as I was going on holiday with my sister and was able to work out the dates around his party.
Life and soul, I was, darlings, never imagining I’d see any of the other guests ever again. It was all an act, of course. But I threw myself into it.
There was another guest who’d been at the blog party: Mig. She drove to Tim’s house and he brought her along here. And Barney was able to come to Tim’s birthday bash too. Tim hasn’t had a birthday party since, but then I’ve never had a birthday party since childhood except for my 16th and my 40th. We do love throwing parties though. I do hope that we’ll be able to next year.
But for now, happy birthday, loveliest Tim.