Yesterday was the birthday of Himself. (That seems like the most arse about tit way of writing a sentence but at this stage on a Friday, I’m not sure what it would be.) Anyway, I was most excited. Himself had expressed more than a passing interest in flying a plane, so I organised a flying lesson on his birthday and started obsessively checking the weather forecast for the day on multiple apps. We both took the day off work, I planned the day, I even made a birthday cake in secret with the help of Sister 2 and Facebook Messaging (thank you Sister 2 :o) ).
Despite torrential rain on Wednesday, yesterday started dry and if not blue skies, then at least not black ones. I was hopeful. Himself opened his pass the parcel style present with a clue at each layer and was reading the instruction booklet wearing the Biggles Hat and glasses when I phoned the flying school at the time they’s suggested. A gale was on it’s way in. It was cancelled :(
All my planning out the window, we had birthday cake for breakfast and then decided on a different day out. That wasn’t quite what we planned either, but you know, it’s not often you get to be a knight:
Or a pair of knights…
The cakes wasn’t too bad ether. Four pieces though, may have been a little excessive. But it was practice for the cakeathon. Just without the running part :o)
And the flying is booked in for next weekend. Please cross fingers for a dry, still day :o)