Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Happy birthday, sweetie!

It's Husband's 60th birthday today! And I'm sure this rose shouldn't be blooming in December!

Before we got up this morning I said, 'Do you want breakfast in bed?'
'No, I'll get up.'
'Wait then while I go and put the oven on for the croissants.' (Luckily George had only managed to eat one before I caught him.)
'Nah, I'll just have toast for breakfast.'
'Okay, you can have bacon and brie croissants for lunch.'
'I was going to have cereal for lunch.'
'Oh, for heaven's sake! You are going to celebrate your birthday whether you want to or not!'

So we had croissants for breakfast on the dining table in between his laptop, an empty milk bottle, a piece of kitchen shelving and a pile of last night's dishes.

I could just imagine Albert Steptoe screwing up his nose and picking at a croissant while Harold wore a stripey jumper and said, 'This is the life for me, pater; I was born in the wrong country.'

P.S. If you don't know Steptoe and Son were rag and bone men and their home was a storehouse for their goods. Harold aspired to middle-classness.



7 comments:

NitWit1 said...

I guess a birthday breakast can be whatever the honoree likes.

I am one of those who slips breakfast.

Leslie: said...

Tell hubby "Happy Birthday" from your Canajun friend and that 60 is sexy! lol

jams o donnell said...

A very happy birtday to your hubby Liz!

CherryPie said...

Huh men ;-)

Happy Birthday to Hubby :-)

jay said...

How funny! I picked an almost perfect red rose bud from my Beautiful James this morning! We had a frost, so I thought I should rescue it. Surely it must be the last of the season!

Happy birthday to the Reluctant One! Yes, I do remember Steptoe and Son - it was brilliant!

Furtheron said...

Happy birthday to your other half...

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Happy birthday, hubby Hinds, a bit late. xx