Birthdays and Babies

Today is my father-in-laws birthday. I have made a cake, plain, 'cos that's how he likes them. He's a grumpy of codger, so I hope he appreciates it. We are also having a Chinese and Mo and Macy are meeting us there as a surprise. It's a bit of a bittersweet occasion as its likely to be the last birthday that he will really appreciate, although dementia is very unpredictable.

The Chinese was good, comes from a very tatty looking carry-out, but very tasty and the cake went down well. Good thing, as I had to get Nicky out of bed to go and get eggs and butter. Organisational skills are not one of my strong points! Cake making is though. It would be a disaster if I was at home all the time as I would do non-stop baking (as well as knitting) and would probably put on all the weight I have so effortfully lost, and more besides.

Macy is 18 months old. She was born on her great grandmothers birthday so is named after her Macy Lily. She was tired when she arrived and not up to being social with strangers, but eventually became more enthusiastic and took me around the garden to look at the flowers. I even got a daisy picked and presented to me.

Grandmum and Macy

F-in-L was in a really good frame of mind. Very pleased with the small party, and very attentive to Macy. He's come around a lot to her as initially he didn't approve of her, he's definitely of the generation where any partnerships should be of the regular married type, and all else is anathema. It's interesting how social mores change, up and down like an old fashioned swing.

Great granddad and Macy

That reminds me of the fair I used to go to as a child. It was always in the big field at the end of the street, and came at the end of summer. Very decorous in the afternoon, but got wilder in the evening and I wasn't allowed to stay late. They had a merry-go-round with horses painted gold, and swings with the two person boat type seats that you pulled back on forth. My father used to take me on those.  They were the most exciting thing I'd ever done, you could see right over the trees. I don't think you ever see them nowadays. One year I fell off the roundabout, and had to limp along the road to my aunts with blood streaming down my leg. If a child did that now I expect there would be a great fuss made, law suits threatened, and the like. Then it was just 'now get up, and go and clean up' and I didn't even get my sixpence back. 

Old Fashioned Excitement