Rob turned, cough, ahem, this week and we managed the usual drawn out celebrations. We spent Wednesday, his actual birthday, pottering about the house watching back to back episodes of Entourage. We were supposed to spend the day at Chartwell, looking around Churchill's house, with Rob's sister Helen providing the surprise element by turning up for lunch. Unfortunately all National Trust houses close for the winter at the end of October. Rob was very good and waited until the girls came home from school to open his gifts and blow out the candle on the pile of cupcakes, made and iced by moi. At 6pm the doorbell rang and surprise number 2, Rick, was standing on the doorstop, having trained it all the way from Bedfordshire for the night. Once our babysitter Natalie arrived, we walked into the Old Town for drinks with a bunch of Hastings mates. Great fun but sore head for me the next day after too much Battle cider.
The following night the Hastings Christmas lights were turned on and we were treated to a huge fireworks display, right outside our window. I thought it was churlish to correct Rob, who assumed the display was in honour of him.
Jump ahead to Saturday and while Rob was at the pool with the girls, I set to prepping for the next birthday celebration, dinner for 8, with special guests Richard Hand and his lovely girlfriend Cath who drove down from Reading. Maria and Lol and Tina and Dick arrived at 7.30, Champagne corks were popped, raw tuna canapés were nibbled and we sat down to 5 hour roast lamb, more cupcakes and a mountain of cheese.
In other news I have become slightly obsessed with our new favorite iPad app, the photo booth. Will the novelty ever end?
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