Party Time

OK - So today is party day.... The room is booked from 3pm and we have to be there on time, of course.

I have managed, however to make sure that we get to see Kelly and Dylan before hand.

We are booked into the Whitehorse for lunch with them. After a little mis-hap with turning up at different White Horse pubs, we finally managed to get together.

Dylan is a little smasher, and it was lovely to see Kelly and her partner Paul, looking so happy and well.

From here we went straight off to Fazeley again to join the party. JB and Mel had caught a flight up from Newquay last night so that they could also be there. Spookily JB and I kept thinking and saying the same things at the same time - does that maker her 15 going on 40 or me 40 going on 15??!

Paul got the chance to spend a little more time with his sister Karen

and a good time was had by all.

At a quarter to midnight I found a voicemail on my mobile from Phil - he was in Nightingales with Jamie and Simon, and why was I not there as I was in Brum?

Because I'm a decrepit old lady now that's why Phil, and I need my sleep - next time maybe? LOL

Happy 40th Karen x

Today we took the long drive up from the caravan in Somerset to Tamworth in Staffordshire. The reason? Paul's sister, Karen, is 40 today.

We arrived at lunchtime, and headed for the Fort Shopping Park to grab a snack and a quick look to see what had changed if anything in the 2 and a half years we have been away.

Needless to say, we stayed about 15 minutes and then headed off to the Ladybridge in Tamworth to get our food there.

After an enjoyable lunch, we headed off to see one of our friends and her little son before heading off to meet up with Paul's Mom (who had been working up until now).

After supper, we had a little drive back over to Fazeley from Walmley, so that we could see Karen on her birthday.

On arrival, Paul and Karen got all emotional - it's lovely they can be together today...

What a wonderful surprise we got - That morning, Dave had asked her to marry him!

Of course this meant that we had to have a drink to celebrate, and two glasses Baileys later both Marg and I were feeling a little bit squiffy to say the least!

Poor Paul then had to get us back to Walmley, so that we could crash out before the official party tomorrow afternoon.