Way back in 1985 I invited my Mum and Dad up for Sunday lunch, unbeknown to them that I was in fact doing a buffet for 30 or so people to celebrate their 35th Wedding Anniversary.
I was baking and freezing for weeks, but made a point of a vast volume of prawn
vol-au-vents as my Mum was rather partial to them.
I’d baked a special fruit cake which my boss had iced for me, topping it with red sugar craft carnations as these were the flowers Dad always gave her on their anniversary.
It was a wonderful day, the only time I have known my Dad at a loss for words.