This weekend
This weekend last we travelled north a little way and met with the dearest of friends to celebrate a 50th birthday. I find it hard to believe that my friends are turning 50, it seems like only yesterday we met. Life moves so very fast these days. We enjoyed some very good food, toasted in style and I am afraid some of us (mmm, that would be me) drank too much wine.....
Friends, old and new, found common ground, talked and laughed. And laughed and laughed. Absent friends were missed fondly.
A group of people all linked to each other in some small way, all friends of the birthday boy. The writer bantered with the apple buyer, the Icelandic beauty laughed with the racing driver, the lady with the very surprising job in television made the blogger shriek with hysterical memories of childhood ballet festivals. People from different corners of the world swapped tales with neigbours and ex-neighbours and the 50 year old sometime surfer looked forward to his seventy-fifth and perhaps hoped that he might just get his De-Lorean by then.
Children, some of whom had never met and others who grow and change so much between each meeting, played and ran as though they had been together for years.
Dogs fell in love (but perhaps the less said about that the better).
Not a do nothing, go nowhere weekend but certainly the best of alternatives.
I was rather thrilled to see that Fairy liquid had returned to its original bottle design in honour of its own 50th anniversary, I remember many childhood crafting moments with this bottle at their heart, it was everything from a castle turret to a space rocket and once, perhaps my earliest crafting memory, it became Dougal, the Magic Roundabout dog.
This weekend last we travelled north a little way and met with the dearest of friends to celebrate a 50th birthday. I find it hard to believe that my friends are turning 50, it seems like only yesterday we met. Life moves so very fast these days. We enjoyed some very good food, toasted in style and I am afraid some of us (mmm, that would be me) drank too much wine.....
Friends, old and new, found common ground, talked and laughed. And laughed and laughed. Absent friends were missed fondly.
A group of people all linked to each other in some small way, all friends of the birthday boy. The writer bantered with the apple buyer, the Icelandic beauty laughed with the racing driver, the lady with the very surprising job in television made the blogger shriek with hysterical memories of childhood ballet festivals. People from different corners of the world swapped tales with neigbours and ex-neighbours and the 50 year old sometime surfer looked forward to his seventy-fifth and perhaps hoped that he might just get his De-Lorean by then.
Children, some of whom had never met and others who grow and change so much between each meeting, played and ran as though they had been together for years.
Dogs fell in love (but perhaps the less said about that the better).
Not a do nothing, go nowhere weekend but certainly the best of alternatives.
I was rather thrilled to see that Fairy liquid had returned to its original bottle design in honour of its own 50th anniversary, I remember many childhood crafting moments with this bottle at their heart, it was everything from a castle turret to a space rocket and once, perhaps my earliest crafting memory, it became Dougal, the Magic Roundabout dog.
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I don't remember ever making anything with a washing up bottle - well, other than water sprayers, of course!
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So glad to see the return of the white Fairy liquid bottle. Now I can have another go at making a Blue Peter pencil case.
Glad to see the old Fairy bottle back too ;)