Surprise parties are a bit of a tradition in the family. Of course they are seldom a real surprise, it has become nicely ritualised, so that the surprise is if there isn't one - but it all adds to the excitement. I arranged a surprise drop-in drinks party here for Danielle’s 40th with York friends this evening. It went really well, very busy, kids all on the trampoline at once, and our friend Em made a great cake.
For my thirtieth I came back from playing Badminton one mid-week evening, went upstairs to have a bath. Came down later to find a room full of people waiting for me – they had had to endure a silent-ish party for half an hour whilst they waited for me to emerge. No one seemed to mind too much, they preferred clean and late to sweaty and punctual.
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