Totally OT but I have just had a very short ride on a nice morning and for the
rest of the w/e it is a combination of food prep and entertaining and it
finishes Monday evening.
My Dad is 100 on Monday 2 April and today I have just put on a whole gammon to
eventually be a honey glazed roast gammon -- that takes about 4 1/2 hours so
meantime I am dry mixing pastry ready for a mammoth baking tomorrow. My sons
and families arrive today and tomorrow and the first "hooley" is tomorrow
evening when Dad is taking the whole assembled mob of about 40 souls from age
1 ( great great grandchildren) to 77) out to tea/dinner. (Tonight -- me, son
no. 1, his wife and my grandson of 9 years are out for a curry!)
Monday is the official day with neighbours at dads flat in the morning ( and
delivery of his telegram from the queen ), I believe that the local civic
mayor is turning up too! The afternoon is a "running buffet" for anyone who
arrives from 3 till 7 pm. I shall start baking at about 5 am!)
The telegram thingy is quite interesting. You apply about 3 weeks beforehand
and then about a week before someone calls around to check that he is actually
still alive! The telegram is already sitting in the village post office and
will be delivered with due pomp and ceremony mid Monday morning.
I actually think it is quite an event and achievement and all the palaver is
well earned. Dad has always been a self effacing, gentle man ( 2 words) and
has never stopped working in some way and has been a huge benefit to local
society.
Dad still lives alone and looks after himself with a fair bit of support from
my brother and I. He goes out 3 times a week by car and taxi to his clubs and
goes shopping every Friday at ASDA. He even still potters and keeps his small
flower border in order.Yesterday at ASDA he was totally gob-smacked when he
was met by the managers, a bevy of the staff that he knows -- a birthday cake
and a bottle of scotch! It was arranged by a couple of the staff who dad talks
to every week -- -- well done ladies and ASDA!
So --- sorry about spouting off on here but I am quite proud of my dad ( who
I have known and loved for very nearly 70 years!). I suspect that I shall not
survive that long -- but I would rather die pedalling my bike than sitting at
home making scratch marks on the wall.
--
Trevor A Panther
In South Yorkshire,
England, United Kingdom.
www.tapan.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk