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Post date: 29-Jul-2016 16:35:47
It’s Jonah’s birthday today. He’s 58. The gang at work brought in a cake, despite having been told not to make a fuss. He thinks that people are disproportionately keen to celebrate his birthdays, because they think it’s an achievement that he’s made it this far after his injury. He also tends to read into anything that anyone says about his age as suggestive that they think it’s time he retired.
Reuben, Anne and the kids came down to stay us for the weekend. He doesn’t have any clinics on a Friday, so they drove down and were here in time for tea. It’s lucky that Jonah’s birthday always falls in the school summer holiday. We’ve put George and Carolyn in the attic bedrooms – the ones that were once for the maids – and they are terrifically excited at the idea of being on a floor of their own. It’s a good thing Richard’s grandfather was well-to-do and built himself a house big enough for his large family.