Chinese New Year last week co-incided with another event. It was Father's 74th birthday.



which meant that Sunday was cake day.

The Sundays closest to the birthdays are always cake day. This weekend, we'll be eating cake again for Girlpants big day but in the meanwhile, the tacky pink musical candle topped the chocolate mountain that the rug rats had made whilst father beamed and regaled the table with stories of nostalgia.
Including the aged old story involving the elderly neighbour who spent thousands trying to stop the family from building an extension on the roof of the house.

Mother - Well he was really elderly

Father - Not that old - only a few years older than I am now.

Mother - But you have to forgive and forget - after all. People do tend to go dolahley at that age.

Silence? All I could hear was the tinny sound of a musical candle with the batteries winding slowly down. And the sniggers of the children...