Two of my sisters bought my mother a ticket to visit me for her 60th birthday. She's coming on Friday the 2nd (our birthday is on November the 1st) and staying until the 7th. I called her on Saturday after I knew she had the ticket, and she seemed pleased - "dumbfounded" was the word she used. She's very keen to go to Homebase in Reading and buy wallpaper. It's lovely to hear her so excited.
There's a better surprise coming, but she doesn't know about it yet. Heh heh heh. And then there's my present to her; not very exciting but quite nice. I think she'll like it. I hope so. She seems to be giving me some credit for her coming on her visit, so even if she doesn't like the present there's always that.
My birthday
I've already received one birthday gift - a fantastic cooking pot from Darrell and Becky. It's wonderful. It's very big, so I can cook pasta or potatoes for a dinner party in it, and it has a sort of fitted colander arrangement so that instead of having to strain the pasta using the lid of the pan you just lift out the colander/basket from inside; the food stays in the basket and the water stays in the pan.
This is excellent because my arms aren't strong enough to drain pans the oldfashioned way since I got RSI. I can't wait to cook with it; I suspect I'll use it when I do the roast lamb dinner on Wednesday.
Wednesday Becky and I are having a joint birthday bash; it's her birthday on 31 October and mine on 01 November, making her a day older than I am. My only real plans are that it should be slightly silly, very low-formality, and enjoyable. Gideon is coming, and the usual local crowd. So that's about 7 of us, then.
We may perpetrate Pass The Parcel and Musical Chairs.
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