It's just a few days until my birthday but it's being over-shadowed this year by the fact that Marilyn's 80th is less than a month later. That suits me fine; I've never been a fan of over-the-top celebrations and my 80th extravaganza a couple of years ago was a bit over the top.
We had that party at home and opened the garage to make extra space. It didn't work particularly well because we ended up with two separate groups. Marilyn has decided that her party will be at the local Bowls Club. We have no connection with it other than the fact that Probus meets there and the morning tea they provide is pretty good. It's a big room, too, and there is plenty of space for any kids to run around.
For my birthday this year, when I will be 82 (hardly worth mentioning), Jamie and Nera will take us out for lunch at a fish restaurant at Launceston's Seaport. To emphasise how unimportant the occasion is, I didn't get a choice of venue. Oh, no! The determining factor is whether the restaurant has outside tables so that Archie can be there. "You wouldn't want to have it without Archie," I was informed.
Archie will insist on sitting on my lap throughout the meal and will scrounge the best bits of my expensive fish. What a birthday! (But I'm looking forward to it nonetheless.)
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