Sunday morning, the morning of my 38th birthday. I woke with every intention of going for a run, a half marathon at race pace. But then George, Claudia and Sharon came in with my birthday card and presents. George very kindly helped me open the card - it was very hard to explain to him the picture of a man with a giant chicken next to him and the caption "This man has a huge cock" so we swiftly moved on to the presents - a pair of CK pants (there's a them here) and an Oakley t-shirt I wanted. I had already had my main present a week or so ago - a new pair of running shoes. George (and Sharon) seemed so excited and happy it was my birthday I decide to treat myself and not go running which resulted in big hugs and kisses from all parties though George then started saying "Daddy not running, not yet, in a little bit". After a nicely unhealthy breakfast of bacon muffin Sharon told me that not running actually mucked up her plans and I needed to get out and let her and George do "something". So around 10 am me and Claudia set off for a coffee and to read a Sunday paper at the local cafe. Half way there the mobile went. It was Sharon asking if I could get something from Co-Op - some vegetable oil, eggs, butter and vanilla extract and also could I bring them straight home then bugger off again. I had a clue what the surprise may be! When I got back to the house George was outside and came running up shouting "Me and mummy making choc-co-late cake, a sup-wise daddy" I had a further clue! After delivering the ingredients, I mean the random items Sharon suddenly needed I was once again despatched off for a coffee. Here comes the birthday coincidence - whilst Claudia and myself relaxed in the sun outside the cafe Eva the bar maid from the Princess Vic came up and asked what I was doing when I explained it was my birthday she told me it was also of the birthday of the girl running the cafe - Eva's ex-flatmate. When I went into the cafe to pay and wish her happy birthday she gave me a large piece of birthday cake. After finishing this with a helping hand from Claudia who kept making lunges for the icing I left for home. Sharon was in the kitchen aggressively beating some butter icing and wondering why the cake she though would take 27 minutes to cook was taking an hour and a half. George had long lost interest and was hitting balls in the garden with the BBQ tongs. Just after 12 we sat down to my birthday lunch and surprise surprise George and Sharon had baked me a special surprise Birthday cake! It was great!
Sunday, 15 March 2009
Birthday Sunday
Sunday morning, the morning of my 38th birthday. I woke with every intention of going for a run, a half marathon at race pace. But then George, Claudia and Sharon came in with my birthday card and presents. George very kindly helped me open the card - it was very hard to explain to him the picture of a man with a giant chicken next to him and the caption "This man has a huge cock" so we swiftly moved on to the presents - a pair of CK pants (there's a them here) and an Oakley t-shirt I wanted. I had already had my main present a week or so ago - a new pair of running shoes. George (and Sharon) seemed so excited and happy it was my birthday I decide to treat myself and not go running which resulted in big hugs and kisses from all parties though George then started saying "Daddy not running, not yet, in a little bit". After a nicely unhealthy breakfast of bacon muffin Sharon told me that not running actually mucked up her plans and I needed to get out and let her and George do "something". So around 10 am me and Claudia set off for a coffee and to read a Sunday paper at the local cafe. Half way there the mobile went. It was Sharon asking if I could get something from Co-Op - some vegetable oil, eggs, butter and vanilla extract and also could I bring them straight home then bugger off again. I had a clue what the surprise may be! When I got back to the house George was outside and came running up shouting "Me and mummy making choc-co-late cake, a sup-wise daddy" I had a further clue! After delivering the ingredients, I mean the random items Sharon suddenly needed I was once again despatched off for a coffee. Here comes the birthday coincidence - whilst Claudia and myself relaxed in the sun outside the cafe Eva the bar maid from the Princess Vic came up and asked what I was doing when I explained it was my birthday she told me it was also of the birthday of the girl running the cafe - Eva's ex-flatmate. When I went into the cafe to pay and wish her happy birthday she gave me a large piece of birthday cake. After finishing this with a helping hand from Claudia who kept making lunges for the icing I left for home. Sharon was in the kitchen aggressively beating some butter icing and wondering why the cake she though would take 27 minutes to cook was taking an hour and a half. George had long lost interest and was hitting balls in the garden with the BBQ tongs. Just after 12 we sat down to my birthday lunch and surprise surprise George and Sharon had baked me a special surprise Birthday cake! It was great!
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