This Saturday was K’s birthday, and we celebrated it with a barbecue in what turned out to be intermittently pouring rain. It’s a cliché to say “it didn’t dampen our spirits”, but it really didn’t. A lid on the barbecue helped mostly, although it ended up being very easy to forget precisely what was cooking: I’ve never seen a corn cob go ash-grey before.
I still can’t believe how many people we managed to squeeze into our rather small house. We had expected people to arrive in a rather staggered fashion; in the end, a host of around a dozen turned up within an hour, and then only started to thin out a good four or five hours later, whereupon they were replaced by a handful of successful staggerers. Although never let it be said I encourage staggering among my friends etc. etc.
We always feel slightly self-conscious about our house: its location and its size, both. So it was rather jolly to actually have guests, even if it ended up being standing-room early. It almost makes me want to have a party here for my own birthday. Almost.