When we hear Happy Birthday, we automatically wash our hands…..

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.

3 comments on “When we hear Happy Birthday, we automatically wash our hands…..

  1. PixieMum

    I think that was the first blog party we attended, my account seems short on personalities, two photos, one of which is The Sage handling a one day old chick, the other is of a chimney at the Zeddery, Ian was fascinated by the brickwork.

    I think that was a time when Blogging was at its peak, photographs on Instagram seem to have taken over for many, I am continuing for my own selfish ends as I it has become a record of our lives, especially for changes made to our home, for recording my knitting and crochet and a travel guide when we have been out to play.

    Thank you for your blog, it is still a mystery how I found you in the first place.

    🦢

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  2. Scarlet

    Congratulations!!
    I like the post title!! The hand washing came in around the time of my birthday, and I’ve been singing happy birthday to myself ever since!
    Sx

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  3. Z Post author

    We’ve known each other for a long time, PixieMum, but I can’t remember how we found each other’s blogs either. The first blog party was quite a shot in the dark, I had only met two, I think, of the guests. I think you came to the second one too and then we met up at Trafalgar Square later the same year. When I want to find out some detail from the past, I always look to my blog first, it’s so useful.

    Whoever came up with that idea for timing hand washing was smart. Everyone knows it and it’s cheerful.

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