We enjoyed a family and friends surprise lunch to celebrate Dad's 80th birthday yesterday. Our deviousness of the past two months paid off as it truly was a surprise for him!
We were handsomely looked after by the restaurant Lambs (Sheep Street, Stratford-upon-Avon) and they were in on the subterfuge and, as they said in an email, "don't worry, we know Dr Green very well indeed". I'm not sure of that is a good thing or bad?*!
A web-search brought up a few quotes about older birthdays which are probably good to absorb into our psyche:
and one especially for Dad as he continues to teach his Shakespeare classes every term:
Remember I said that the new job role was busy and full-on with trying to get on top of stuff that has tail-spun out of control for a few months, as well as the day-to-day tasks? Like the 22,388 emails in the Inbox? Or the financial filing that was stuffed in boxes and carrier bags for months? Well, focus on that, plus the normal rigours of a new term and then add into the equation a "new build" = NIGHTMARE!