For some reason, when I was a child, I didn't really like going to other children's birthday parties. I am not sure why, but I know I just never enjoyed them.
I have never wanted to have a party for myself, & would be horrified if anyone gave me one. Though I quite like to have a gathering of friends & family to share with. And GOM, being a Leo, loves to have a party thrown for him.
And when my children were little I let them have a party or two.
The party I most detested, as a child, was one I did my best to avoid. A new girl had come to our school, & she was a very tall girl, & was very popular, & soon made friends with everyone. Her name was Penelope which seemed quite an exotic name to us. We had never met a Penelope before. I think we would have all been about 10 or 11.
So Penelope was having a party for her birthday, & she brought along the invitations to school, for all the girls in her class. And there was great excitement about this coming party.
Which I didnt want to go to. So I said nothing to my Mother or Grandmother, and went off to school, & told everyone I wasn't allowed to go. I told them my mother would be working, & I couldnt get up to the party. I should have thought more carefully about this reason, because the farm Penelope lived on, was up the same road we lived on.
The other girls were all symapthetic, & I was overjoyed. I wouldnt have to go!
Imagine my horror the next day when I got home from school. My Grandmother asked me why I had told Penelope's mother I was not allowed to go to the party.
Whatever had made me say my mother would be working that day? Penelope's mother had offered to come & collect me, or other mothers could collect me when they passed. I was horrified.
I said I didnt know why I had lied, & I didnt want to go. A great fuss was made about it, & a present duly purchased, & I was delivered to the party.
Which I totally hated. Every minute of it. And I still dont know why. Perhaps it was because I had told a lie about it. Or because Mrs S knew I had lied. It did teach me lying never pays.
The house was a lovely huge old house, with a big verandah which went around all sides, & it had huge rooms, with really high ceilings. And there was a lovely orchard out the back with apple & peach trees, & I remember the beautiful frothy apple blossom, so it must have been spring. I remember daffodils & snowdrops & grape hyacinths in the gardens, & I remember the lovely green lawns, & beautiful neat shrubbery.
I would have loved to spend the afternoon just enjoying the lawns & gardens. But we had to play 'games' & do stupid things. And there was a lot of sickly cake, & sweet things. And two girls had a fight! An actual physical fight, pulling hair, & scratching. I dont remember what about, I was probably so shocked I kept well away. I have always loathed physical fighting.
Although, on reflection it probably does a lot less harm than some of the verbal 'fights' do. The scars from those can wound for life.
We are still in the midst of our turmoil, & I think we need a little stress reliever of some sort. After two hours of listening to legalese, I just feel all tense & tied up in knots.
Not sure what I would like, ...a nice dinner out?, but GOM is not one to dine out, if he can help it. He used to love going out to dinner, - not sure what has changed.
Or I would love to walk along the beach, but again, he is not so keen.
Trouble is, we are chalk & cheese.
I have got a headache fit to burst, so perhaps a rest with a book- or maybe I will try to get a video Molly recommended, 'Ladies in Lavender'.