My mother-in-law turned 60 last week and so we celebrated in style - from me and my sister-in-law taking her for a spa day on her actual birthday (and supported Further Education at the same time - would highly recommend it), to organising a surprise gathering of closest family and friends for a meal on Saturday night. All lovely and she seemed to have a great time.
Number one son then went off for a long-promised stay at Graham and Helen's for a couple of nights and was spoilt rotten! An amazing amount of chocolate has found its way in to our house, after they went to Cadbury World and a (seemingly inept) juggler managed to catch number one on the nose. Clearly my boy has heard that "where there's blame, there's a claim" but, true to form, he chose to claim the extra chocolate they offered him by way of an apology, rather than contacting his solicitor!
We, on the other hand, went down to Brighton on Sunday for the end of the Historic Commercial Vehicle Society's London to Brighton run. Now, I'm not a huge vehicle fan, but just very occasionally a rally like this comes along that sounds more interesting than others. Usually because it's somewhere nice.... It was a good day and many, many pictures of old lorries were taken by Mike and his dad. Number 2 son had a great time - a large collection of lorries and buses being his idea of heaven - and even managed to blag his way in to the driving seat of a bus, using his tried and tested unfeasibly cute routine.
I have to say that I often (and, may I say, justifiably) accuse my husband of being very, very sad to chase old lorries and buses and models of old lorries and buses all over the country. However, this kind of event restores my faith in my choice of mate. After all, he could end up looking like the several blokes we saw wearing bus uniforms, with the remains of several weeks of dinner down them, or the young chap who'd spent all day keeping a steam engine going and who was going to need several baths to scrape the goo off. I like to think that I rescued him from these fates but I think that, despite his obsession, he's actually a fairly mild case compared to some of the seriously odd people in that world. I left Brighton that evening, counting my blessings.....
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