Just over a week until my birthday weekend. That
seems insane, but I like it. The sooner we can get this year over and done with
and steam towards another excellent family December, the better.
I do worry that I may be cramming too much into one
month of the year. Wedding anniversary, relationship anniversary, birth of son,
Christmas… It’s not entirely unplausible that we may reach a point where we
have something to celebrate on every single day of the month. But that sounds
fine to me. The Yuletide season gets better every single year, and the thought
of having more reasons to party on top of the ones we already have is exciting.
But then I have to consider - is it better to have one long, wild blow-out
after 11 months of normality, or to spread out the festivities so you never go
more than 8 or 9 weeks without meaningful fun?
That debate is for another time, however, the
important topic today is ‘How does one spend one’s 36th birthday?’ The
day itself is a Monday, and I’ve already booked it off work, so we’ll probably
take the wee man to a pool somewhere and then have a nice indulgent lunch
overlooking the sea. We’ve had offers of places for Mathew to stay that
weekend, so we can have a break away together, but Philippa isn’t keen. She’s
already going to be spending lots of time away from the offspring now she’s
back at work, so the thought of handing him over for another couple of days
isn’t nice for her, and I can understand that.
Personally, I’d love another Chesworth family get-together,
but it depends on the availability of my sisters. Nathan, being churchy, can’t
be away from his flock all day Sunday so we may have to plot something in for
the Saturday only. Mind you, he can’t cut loose that night and then turn up in
God’s house hungover, can he? And it also means hoping that Sophie’s shifts
coincide with the rest of us. Blimey, modern life is complicated. Back in ‘the
old days’ we’d all have worked the same hours and lived closer to each other
and this would have been a piece of piss. It also might have helped if we’d
discussed this at Christmas when we were all together, but it’s too late now.
I think it should have been ‘implausible’, by the
way, but I like my word better.
(Or should that have been ‘I like my word more’???)
RC 9-1-20
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