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It was Pellinor's 50th birthday on Thursday, so we took two days off to make a 4 day weekend of intermittent celebration.
On the birthday itself, I recreated a much-talked-about breakfast we had when on holiday in Sorrento. (Or, rather, a breakfast he had; I spurned it.) The extensive breakfast buffet included leftover chocolate puddings from the night before, and glasses of Prosecco. All around the dining room - almost entirely inhabited by older British couples - the same conversation was being repeated. Man comes back from buffet looking smug, clutching chocolate mousse and a glass of Prosecco. Wife says "you can't have THAT for breakfast!" Man, smug and beaming, says "Watch me!" and digs in. He's often spoken gleefully about it, so his birthday breakfast was chocolate mousse, Prosecco and a garish rainbow cupcake. (I had a hot cross bun.)
For dinner, his large family had clubbed together and booked us into a very nice local restaurant. It was the time I'd eaten out in a restaurant since pre-Covid, so I was rather nervous, but it was very nice indeed: REALLY good food, and they'd only arranged for a small cluster of birthday balloons, rather than anything too embarrassing.
Our original birthday plan had been to have a large lunch, eating outside, at the Garlic Farm, but the weather forecast for the day itself didn't really lend itself to this plan. Then, of course, the sisters got in touch and the evening booking was made, and plans changed. So we headed there yesterday instead, and didn't eat outside, anyway, since the fear barrier about eating inside had been broken through. We had their garlic mezze, and very nice it was, too: all the garlic, all the time, in all the ways.
Today we're having an archery lesson, then going to a National Trust garden. We went there last year on his birthday, too - it snowed a little! - and did a great interactive nature trail designed for children. It's not scheduled to start until tomorrow this year, but we're hoping they might have started early. It was great fun! We had to count the number of shades of green in the garden, and wobble across the lawn like a newborn lamb. We might just do it anyway, even if the trail isn't in place.
( Some more experiments with new camera )
On the birthday itself, I recreated a much-talked-about breakfast we had when on holiday in Sorrento. (Or, rather, a breakfast he had; I spurned it.) The extensive breakfast buffet included leftover chocolate puddings from the night before, and glasses of Prosecco. All around the dining room - almost entirely inhabited by older British couples - the same conversation was being repeated. Man comes back from buffet looking smug, clutching chocolate mousse and a glass of Prosecco. Wife says "you can't have THAT for breakfast!" Man, smug and beaming, says "Watch me!" and digs in. He's often spoken gleefully about it, so his birthday breakfast was chocolate mousse, Prosecco and a garish rainbow cupcake. (I had a hot cross bun.)
For dinner, his large family had clubbed together and booked us into a very nice local restaurant. It was the time I'd eaten out in a restaurant since pre-Covid, so I was rather nervous, but it was very nice indeed: REALLY good food, and they'd only arranged for a small cluster of birthday balloons, rather than anything too embarrassing.
Our original birthday plan had been to have a large lunch, eating outside, at the Garlic Farm, but the weather forecast for the day itself didn't really lend itself to this plan. Then, of course, the sisters got in touch and the evening booking was made, and plans changed. So we headed there yesterday instead, and didn't eat outside, anyway, since the fear barrier about eating inside had been broken through. We had their garlic mezze, and very nice it was, too: all the garlic, all the time, in all the ways.
Today we're having an archery lesson, then going to a National Trust garden. We went there last year on his birthday, too - it snowed a little! - and did a great interactive nature trail designed for children. It's not scheduled to start until tomorrow this year, but we're hoping they might have started early. It was great fun! We had to count the number of shades of green in the garden, and wobble across the lawn like a newborn lamb. We might just do it anyway, even if the trail isn't in place.
( Some more experiments with new camera )
