80

Stepfather's 80th birthday was tamer than my father's do back in September. Involved a lot of cake, tea and polite chat. All of which thankfully I am good at. Think I was the youngest there by about thirty years ( apart from my kids). Good fun but exhausting and lots of TALKING IN LOUD CONCISE VOICES as the collective hearing aids tweeted sweet nothings at each other. Feeling a bit sorry for myself and the navel is begging to be gazed at so all this jolliment is not the best tonic. Normal happy services shall resume when kick the black dog out on his ear.