Ever present past...

Sunday was Miss R's birthday party.  A party filled with presents, balloons, cake, excellent food and drink, and a smattering of heavy rain to ensure that everyone left at a respectable time.  I think that had the rain not made an appearance around 8.00pm that we'd all still be there now.  Huddled around her picnic table underneath an umbrella with all of us cocooned in various blankets and wraps, and alternating bacon sandwiches with a glass of Aperol Spritz and a mug of tea.  

There's nothing better than spending time with people you actually like, and Sunday was no exception.  It was one of those 'past, present and future' parties where all aspects of your life come together as one.  The past was represented by our dad who is always good for a trip down Memory Lane.  His tales normally start with, 'Do you remember that time you....knocked your sister's tooth out/p*ssed the Greeks off/lost our Sunday roast/stole your sister's boyfriend?'  You know the kind of stuff, the stories which make you smile, blanch or blush. He also managed to eat almost a quarter of the birthday cake, thus ensuring that the Rennies would be on standby for most of yesterday.

The here and now was made up of Miss R's lovely friends, and there was much dancing (mainly from Ms C who is Italian..give her a Latin beat and there's no stopping her) and later on the evening, some dubious singing to some even more dubious tunes (thank goodness that the neighbours were away).

My beloved nephew Wormy (this is no reflection on his manhood, merely a nickname from when he was little) has recently got engaged to the most beautiful girl.  I used to refer to her as Miss B, but have elevated her to Mrs G2B (she'll get this).  To listen to these two young people, who are obviously so in love, talk about their wedding, and the children which will follow is wonderful, and that's their future.

But one that I will have a part of.

Just try and keep me away Wormy...