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Pssst!

By Belinda

I have a secret to share--so that everyone who follows this blog can anticipate with the same excitement I am experiencing...

April 6 is Rob's 60th birthday and after thinking about it for weeks, I committed a week or so ago and booked a flight to England on April 5. I will arrive in Birmingham, with a brief stop over in Amsterdam, at 8.40 a.m. on THE DAY. Rob will have no idea that I'm coming, but everyone else close to us knows already--my nephew John--Chris, Eileen and Nel-Rose, and Auntie May and her family. Rob has no internet--not even a computer--so I am safe in writing this here.

John will be at the airport to meet me. Chris, Eileen and Nel-Rose, who live up in the Lake District in Kendal, are going to call Rob and ask if they can visit that day, which will be a normal thing for them to do. This will probably spur a bit of a clean up in Rob's flat to get ready for their visit.

I am so excited. I've only done this once before, I think it was for Mum and Dad's 50th wedding anniversary, or Dad's 70th birthday--one of those two--and there is no joy like it; that feeling of anticipation, the drive in the early morning into the village and entering the world of someone you love who thinks that you are thousands of miles away.


And of course, I am dying to see Brucie.

Just 9 weeks to wait!!!

Comments

What fun! And no better gift. Except for liver chews.
Anonymous said…
I'm with Dave - I thought of the liver chews right away for Bruce. Yeah, yeah, you probably will pick something up for your brother - but priorities!!! How exciting! I love wonderful surprises like that! And part of the enjoyment for you is the anticipation. Enjoy!! Be sure to tell us all about it too!
Carolyn Wilker said…
How exciting to plan this trip. Nothing like a wide-open secreta, except for your brother. He won't happen to take up Internet in that time??
Belinda said…
Cari, there is NO chance of Rob taking up the internet. Oh NOooo! And if he does--then I will be the one pranked! And that would be hilarious.
Susan said…
Oh, to be a fly on the wall when he sees your face amid that little crowd! What a GREAT idea. A birthday he will never forget...
Anonymous said…
So it seems that you made the decision for a total surprise...face to face then :-) good for you!
Love,
Irene
Marilyn Yocum said…
Love this!
Belinda said…
Irene, I DID! With a bit of conspiring with my "overseas contacts!" :)
Belinda said…
Dear Dave and Anonymous--thank you for ensuring that Brucie gets a fresh supply of Liver Bites. I could hardly show up without them! Ha ha! :)
Belinda said…
Susan, I will do my best to make everyone FEEL like a fly on the wall! In fact I'll be looking out for them as this unfolds. :)
Belinda said…
Marilyn--me too. :)
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