There didn’t seem to be much interest in the whole day to be honest. Worn out with events of recent times and gaining further details of Granny’s slide into giving up from Mum, it was hard to gee up enthusiasm.
Dad is one of those who dies not like a fuss being made, and not in the ‘No, please don’t make a fuss of me (oh, please do)’ way that I am.
But, we did the traditional things – bought Dad presents – which I left up to the brother (Dad’s only hobby is his allotment = gardening = thing I know nothing about.) and then took hi out for a meal during which we allowed him the honour of telling lots of embarrassing stories about us. We were all so tired we were home again by 8:30 and then it was pretty much falling asleep in the chair time.
I woke up long enough to write this and go to bed.
Yes, my life is this exciting.