Last weekend my family surprised me with a party that I never saw coming.
As I entered the room I heard the cheers and the whistles and knew it was for me from the Textiliste’s grin.
But I recognised no one. Was I so bereft of friends they had had to hire in people?
No, fortunately it was fancy dress.
The Vet, who many have said is wasted on animals and should be in event management, sorted out a fab show including a magic mirror that captured some of the crazies who attended.
We ate, we talked, we danced and we drank. There was a ‘how well do you know Geoff?’ Quiz in which no one scored less that 18 out of 24. There were two possible explanations for such high rates of success. Either the quiz was ridiculously easy (nope, the general consensus was it was not) or I spend so long talking about myself that I’m as transparent as a jellyfish.
And then my dear darling family did speeches. I try to keep my family anonymised but they did so well – check out the Vet’s poem – that I share them here.
And then after that introduction I had no choice but to respond. That is until I was timed out.
I don’t know how many of the attendees read this blog but thank you all for coming. I had a spectacularly splendid time.