Next week I will be, gasp, gulp, sigh, sob… FORTY!!!
Don’t be wishing me a ‘Happy Birthday’, yet. Germans consider birthday wishes before the actual day to be bad luck. I’m not particularly superstitious. Though I don’t walk under ladders – I’m a klutz and something could easily drop on my head. I do salute magpies – I’m polite. I do shriek quite loudly if someone attempts to put their shoes on the table – it’s unhygienic. I do swoop in and attempt to win the battle of the wishbone – I see no point in throwing a wish possibility away. I did spend around half my childhood looking for a four-leaf clover, with no success. And I do knock on my head, if I’m not in close proximity to a more perfectly formed wooden object.
No, I would describe myself as more pragmatic than superstitious.
Anyway, if you’ve been paying attention you’ll know that I’m planning – and that means currently organizing – a proper knees up for my fortieth. I can say knees up now, I’m almost forty. Though whether I can actually get that bloody wrecked left knee up there is another discussion entirely… Where was I? Oh yes, party. So I’m currently organizing the festivities as laid out by my challenges. It’s quite exciting.
Last week, I accompanied my son to an impressive sports event involving several local schools. The finale being two dances performed by 1800 pupils in unison.
After I’d wiped my eyes (blubbery mother that I am) I
dragged walked with my five-year old to find my son in the swarm and then we found ourselves right in front of the stage, watching the most amazing balloon entertainer.
I mean, this guy totally rocked.
My son stood in the long queue and waited patiently to receive the autograph of the performer.
I stood with him for a while, then wandered over to the grass and sat in the sunshine. All the other kids picked up their autographed postcards, said their ‘hellos’ and were gone. But my son had a little chat with the young man.
I quizzed him, but he was non-committal.
The next day my son informed me he was expecting a call and that I was under no circumstances allowed to answer the telephone.
The call finally came and he returned to the room, disappointed.
He’d tried to book this amazing entertainer to come to my birthday party as my birthday present.
Naturally, the entertainer (who’s been on TV several times) was completely booked up.
Now, how sweet is that?
I am relieved though. He would have had no money left = no train set that he’s been saving for forever and a day, and we’d probably have had to empty our piggy banks as well.
P.S. If you’re looking to send me a birthday present, tissues would be nice, the ones here seem to be rather soggy!
P.P.S. For my entertainment and yours, a clip of the super-duper entertainer in question (it’s in German but please persevere, it’s worth it!):