The Birthday Party II

My dad's only got himself to blame for this firestorm: "Remember, I want eighty candles on my cake for my next birthday," he'd said last year. Today (largely thanks to blip acting as a reminder) he got just that.

As a surprise, we'd booked a dining room at a nearby hotel, and dressed the room with balloons and a banner the lads had made. As surprises go, I think he found it a pleasant one, and we all had a great time. And you've got to hand it to him for wearing a great big badge saying "The Big 80", I reckon.

Happy eightieth, dad!