My husband reached a very old age in August, a very old age that I shall also reach in December 2011. I am just hoping that by then my husband's very old age celebrations will have ceased in order to give me a bit of a look-in. His treats and high jinks started this June when he flew Concorde in a simulator and have carried on ever since with a lunch here, a holiday there, games of pool with grandson there, another lunch here, a day at the races there, and the final one day cricket match England v Pakistan (hisss). He is a very happy man, having flown Concorde underneath Tower Bridge and having watched England soundly beat the Pakistani team minus their alleged cheats. I write 'alleged' to be on the safe side. You never know who will be reading this and the last thing I want is to spend my very old age birthday in December 2011 in a Karachi jail.
Our granddaughter got married the day after the very old birthday and rode to the reception on the back of a tandem. In order to protect her beautiful dress, and also prevent a visit en route to the local A & E Department, she stepped into a black bin liner with leg holes pre-cut into it, and set off behind her new husband looking weird and absolutely wonderful. That's my girl. I was so proud of her.
