I think I may have mentioned before…the Philosopher’s birthday is one of the best days of the year.
There’s something unparalleled about giving gifts to a philosopher. They are generally excellent receivers of gifts. A wide smile immediately breaks across the face of the average philosopher, and a twinkle appears in the eye as he cradles the glove/book/mince pie up against his cheek in mock adoration.
We really lived it up on Sunday, thanks to the Violinist. She has been the key to every success we’ve had this week, from fudge to scone!
We did a little half-hearted attempt at a surprise party…threw some balloons when the first person arrived, handed out hats,
…played some crazy old games with thimbles and beans,