Today’s words were Jubilee, celebration, telegram
Hester waited for the mail to hit the mat.
It wasn’t every day she was 50, but there had been hushed whispers about a surprise celebration and a telegram from the Queen. She thought that was only when you reached a hundred, but hell, she was halfway there, so maybe she’d get a little one.
The letter box rattled followed by the sound of a satisfying thud.
Apart from a couple of local business flyers, there was a small parcel, two bills and a battered envelope which looked far from official or royal.
She poured her morning coffee and sat down with her breakfast.
Electricity and telephone, well within budget, so that was a plus.
The parcel was nothing to do with her birthday but a free sample of a cosmetic she’d sent off for some months ago.
She looked at the remaining envelope. It was quite fat, so no telegram then. Two of the corners were squashed but it was intact, so no-one had tried to open it. She tore at the top and three cards tumbled out.
It was from her son and each of the grandchildren, beautiful handmade cards of fingerprints and splodges with rows and rows of kisses.
The doorbell rang.
She opened it to a wall of balloons as two youngsters barrelled into her legs.
Her son peeped out from his bobbing cloud and apologised for not being able to get anything with Happy 50th Birthday on.
‘The girl in the shop said she had these left over from the Queen’s Jubilee so I thought they’d be OK.’
Hester laughed, long, loud and so hard that tears poured down her cheeks.
‘The Silver Jubilee was way back in 1977,’ she choked.