Oh my! I had it fixed firmly in my mind that the party yesterday was for Muriel’s 80th birthday --- don’t ask me why.
A couple of time at the party she insisted that she was but 74, but I thought that she was being coy about her real age.
In my defence (?) - I remind folks that eighty is the new sixty!
Of course, the real reason for my mistake is that I have only two ‘O’ levels. That’s why I make so many mistakes over and over again. (There’s a bit of a private joke between Muriel and I there).
It was a wonderful party. Muriel had this to say about it:
Muriel is famous for her hats
So I borrowed a hat to help celebrate her birthday
Michael, Andrew, Sue, and Jack sing to Muriel