Happy Birthday Sheila
-14/06/47
Sheila is incredibly, unbelievably, remarkably, inconceivably, astonishingly but undeniably 60 TODAY. She doesn’t look it, and I say this as an entirely impartial, disinterested, objective observer who’s jealous cos I do look my age.
Well but it’s been a great day. As usual with me it began early, and finding right words to write on the ginormous birthday card,(decided to eschew discreet and go for attention seeking); finding written words to say important things to the one who usually knows exactly what I’m trying to say requires a little literary finesse. Then take up the early morning cup of tea, one of the routine touches of marriage collaboration evolved over decades, and as natural as holding hands. Then Sheila gets to open the prezzies – chosen by her, paid by me, and therefore the perfect gifts – what she wanted, and at a price that she didn’t need to worry about.
Away then to work, cos birthdays don’t mean holidays – just as well cos the staff threw a lunch time surprise party for Sheila at the nursery school and she came home with a large (half eaten) cake, a bunch of gloriously rust, orange and yellow flowers, and enough money to buy something from Ortak.
Home for a quick change where there were more flowers, and then in to Glasgow to Windows at the Carlton George for a meal served over candlelight, with champagne, looking out over the roofs of Central Glasgow, then a wee dauner along Argyll Street, but too cold so back on the train and home…where there were more flowers, this time for the garden.
Now I’m simply recording here my gratitude to God, that my best pal was born 60 years ago, and I’ve known her for 37 of those years, and today was unashamed celebration of the life that quality controls the happiness, wisdom and stability of our home.
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