Birthday Shmirthday

November came and went quickly. It’s normally an anxious month, worried about the slipping away of further life, but excited for the inevitable approach of Christmas, my favourite time of year. This year was no different…

Early in the month we had J’s birthday. That involved an odd trip to a middle England rich town. Then a search for various places to eat and drink. All very predictable. I don’t recall is being all that excited by it, though we did see Michael Gove. I’m not a fan of his by a long chalk, but it’s always interesting seeing people out in Real Life. They aren’t just things TV makes up to entertain us.

Then we had my official birthday, which is always weird but we didn’t really do anything.

We did get a new car, which had been on the cards ever since we realised we could trade it in without cost to us. So poor old Arnold was put out to pasture, replaced with a shiny new car named Merv. I’m not that much of a fan of it, as I’m convinced the fuel economy isn’t as good, but it will do for a few years. Hopefully next time I really will be right when I say that electric cars will be more of an option.

Then we went to Sherborne to meet J’s parents again. They treated us to coffee and cake, then we did the same. It was all perfectly nice, a little awkward at times, and passed the time. We saw some Christmas decorations and started to get reasonably in the mood for the festivities. I enjoyed it anyway. The real purpose of the visit was to borrow a camera for what was about to ensue…

The death of the month brought the thing we’d both been terrified about. The wedding invitation arrived some months ago but as it got closer it became more and more stressful. Not only did it start with being asked to do the official wedding photography, but then it became providing taxi services to a former neighbour, then videoing the ceremony as well, then sorting out the music for the ceremony, then evening and then finally, to top all that, we also did the evening entertainment by running a few quizzes to pass the time. It was actually quite good fun, apart from the terrible point where I read the answer out to a question instead of repeating the question. I hadn’t even had a drink…

We did get a lot of praise for our completely impromptu double act, and I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as they’re claiming. But it wasn’t something I’d have done unless forced. It meant that we didn’t really enjoy the day ourselves. Ok we got some free food – mostly goats cheese – but ended up getting no cake at all. What sort of wedding doesn’t serve up slices of cake for the guests to take away?

But it is all now in the rear view mirror. Onwards to Christmas.