As usual, I have become aware of One Direction’s new song behind 26 million other viewers of their new video on Youtube, but still, hopefully it’s not too late to share. It’s a very sweet little song and haven’t they come a long way. Gorgeous little boys are turning into gorgeous little men (albeit with some strange hairstyles) and I’m wondering whether Harry still has a penchant for older women…..
Nevertheless, the new song has a lovely sentiment, because I agree – it is the little things ultimately that make you love someone and that’s why today I am completely in love with everyone I know because I had a really lovely birthday weekend thanks to all my lovely friends and my family. Friday night I had a lovely romantic meal out, Saturday I went to the rugby with friends – England/Fiji and spent the whole second half willing Fiji to win a few more points but I was blown away by standing in a roaring crowd of 82,000 people all dressed up in silly clothes and singing and dancing and then…..we had a minute silence for Remembrance Day and it was unbelievable how quiet that many people can be if necessary – you could literally hear your own breathing. Not even a phone rang. I was so pleased, (after my Orang Utan moment) that mine didn’t ring.
My son drove back down from university to be here for my birthday and appeared with my youngest son for my Saturday night celebrations. It was only meant to be a few friends join me, my mother and my two brothers, sister in law and niece for a casual curry. But as usual, what started as a sedate event ended up with my two brothers becoming a comedy act, my girlfriend giving one brother piggybacks in my kitchen and my other brother dancing wildly to “Bat Out Of Hell”. Unluckily for him, my son filmed it all and trust me, it is not a pretty sight. The next morning his text read “Judging by how I am feeling, I must have really enjoyed myself”. He was very funny too about my new role as “Social Meeja Director” because he cannot for the life of him fathom what on earth I am actually doing and as a Consultant Haematologist” with a very clear scientific job remit he does not do “vague” very well…”but what is it exactly that you say when you go into a meeting? How can you not really know what is going to come out of your mouth? I would never go into a meeting unless I knew exactly what I was going to say – it makes no sense at all that someone actually wants to PAY you for that….” then he wandered off to ask the next person, becoming increasingly more concerned as the evening wore on. My other brother bought me a book called “Social Networking For The Older Generation” for my birthday and I am delighted to report that it is for people who have been living in a cave since Facebook began – basically it tells you how to get friends on Facebook and what a “poke” is. Oh and he also bought me a world atlas because everybody is in agreement that if I’m going to work in the travel industry I need to know what Europe looks like and where the longest river is….I pointed out that I spent a long time in the music industry knowing nothing about music, but still. I am really going to try and learn about a few borders – for example do you know how many countries border Turkey?
I do.
If you are born on the 11th November, then it’s always great to find that it falls on a Sunday – because that makes it extra special and I wore my poppy all week with pride until it fell down the loo and looked very sorry for itself. Sunday morning was spent in the glorious sunshine watching my youngest child play football and they won which was a major bonus. Then I had coffee with lots of girlfriends, lunch at home with family and then an evening out with yet more friends at a local pub. Just lovely.
Now I am exhausted and have a recycling box of shame to put outside full of far too many empty bottles.
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November 12, 2012Well happy Birthday (a day late) – sounds like you had a blast. I can only imagine the family taking the p*** out of your new job title. I love the last sentence…..:-)
Just have to add – I’m not a boy band fan, but this bunch do seem to be a cut above the rest. But!, Caroline Flack is only 15 years older than Harry Styles….not old enough to be his blinking Mother!! Get a grip girl.
xxx
Oh….8?
Family Affairs
November 12, 20128? NO WAY – far too many….
I really don’t think an extra 10 years on top of 15 is that awful is it? and of course that makes her old enough to be his mother! Thanks for the message Lxxx
auntiegwen
November 12, 2012belated happy birthday from your batty old auntie who’s always late for everything xxx
Family Affairs
November 12, 2012OH ARE YOU BACK?? Hooray x
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November 12, 2012Stop. trying to justify….only plus 10 years….are you sure?…whatever 🙂 But I agree about the 15…sad as that would be!
Ok 7…if you discount Azerbaijan – which I can’t quite make out if it borders or just nearly does.
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November 13, 2012God, I’m irritating; Greece and Bulgaria to the west. Then from the top; Georgia, Armenia, Azerbaijan, Iran, Iraq, & Syria…. 8
🙂
x
Family Affairs
November 13, 2012You are so not irritating – you are clearly the only current reader of my blog and are very very bored living in the country so I love you Lx
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November 14, 2012Never bored. But clearly, I ought to get out more!
Mx