In the rare occasion that my birthday falls upon a weekend, I do try to make the most of it. This year I really did push the boat out, though – starting with a huge afternoon/night out on Friday, followed by driving to Scotland on Saturday morning to visit my family for the rest of the weekend.
This morning when I dropped Elisha off at nursery, the assistant told me that they were already around the table for breakfast, so I should take her straight through. I did so, carrying Elisha to the main room and placing her on a small chair at the back of the table, while all the other kids gazed upward at me. It was at this point that I felt something on the back of my head.
I figured I’d maybe bumped into a paper mobile or something, and part of it had stuck in my hair. Kneeling down beside Elisha, I fanned my fingers and used them to trap whatever it was on the back of my head, bringing my hand back into view to see what was there.
“RAH!” I blurted involuntarily upon discovering a wasp, shaking my hand to free it.
This was followed immediately by a shower of cereal and milk, and then by frowned little faces – some of whom looked like they might cry.
To the assembled table of kids I guess it must have looked a lot like I’d pulled the wasp out of thin air and shouted “RAH!” as I set it upon them.
I left looking and feeling a little bit sheepish.
I was pleasantly surprised when I got home to find that Wimbledon was being broadcast in High Definition on BBC HD. There was only the choice of one match, but at least it was someone of the quality of Federer disposing of first round fodder.
Sadly, now that the rain has come, they’re showing last year’s final in standard definition, but I’m looking forward to watching more quality tennis in HD over the next couple of weeks.
It’s the occasional treat like this from the BBC that almost makes the license fee worth the money. Almost.