My eldest niece is forty this month. She’s a mum and Nanna, and I have no idea if a party is planned. The card has already been sent.
I remember OB’s fortieth. I was living in Bath then and we all met up for a picnic in the New Forest, each bringing something for the table. It was a great day and we all had a lot of fun, my Dad rigging up a death slide on the truck, and strangers joining the queue for tea and cake thinking we were a mobile cafe!
Bro’s fortieth was a riot. He was kidnapped by the mafia, blindfolded and bundled into the back of a car, then driven around for a bit before being dropped off at his party.
Again I’d travelled down from Bath to surprise him, and everyone thought I was hitting the gin or vodka as I was having such a wonderful time. I was actually drunk on the company and atmosphere as I was drinking water!
Sis had a big party for her fortieth, for which I baked the cake. I made a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, candles and a big ribbon. I think she liked it, but we didn’t have a slice.
She’d hired a hall through a friend and about fifty people attended. Several of us had been baking for the buffet and she had a good time which was only right as she was the Birthday Girl. She tried to pick an argument with me in front of her friends though but I didn’t bite. I think there was a disco but we left early.
I didn’t celebrate my 40th, but my 50th was dinner for two at a chinese restaurant. It was also the year of our Crystal anniversary (15 years) and we got our pictures in the paper, me twice as Mum and Sis had put one in for my birthday. I was described as ‘cute’ (I was about 3 in the photo) .
My 60th and our silver anniversary was spent in a hotel with a huge bath, loads of bubbles and a rubber duck. MSM looked after Maggie for us overnight.