Since the end of October I have been planning and scheming with Karen (P’s sister) and Marg (P’s Mum) to arrange for them to come down from Birmingham to Cornwall for the weekend of Paul’s birthday.
The amount of double meaning telephone conversations and voice messages that have been made and left over the past few months in order that he did not work it out has been incredible.
Well the plan worked. Karen rang the doorbell first, and I sent him to answer it, while his mum hid around the corner. She then rang the doorbell, and the tears and happiness flowed.
What a blindingly wonderful weekend of love, and hugs and family and relaxation and good food.
Thank you both for helping to make Paul’s weekend so wonderful.