It was my eldest grandson's 17th birthday on Saturday. I'd invited close family for dinner as he was having an evening one with his friends (in the drunken, roistering, vomiting, falling on floor way that teenagers do I suppose?). When I tried to add us up for chairs, I kept coming to thirteen. Everybody arrived and I went and counted them as best I could as they were randomly scattered and came to thirteen again. I don't realise that I'm superstitious until it comes down to it but I was actually contemplating sitting in the kitchen on my own with a home-made newspaper megaphone shouting 'help yourselves everyone!' Has anyone else had this problem and what did you do?!
When we arranged the chairs to sit down, it transpired there were only twelve so I think I must have been counting myself twice which is possibly an egotistical thing... Psychologists would have a field day.
Anyway, Four grandchildren, daughter and her ex-partner, youngest son and his partner, my ex-husband, sister-in-law, niece and myself (that IS twelve isn't it?!) polished off two huge dishes of lasagne, baked potatoes, cheese and garlic bread and salad, followed by fresh fruit salad, ice-cream, then cake!! Gratifyingly empty plates. Still seemed like an upbeat version of the Last Supper though with two tables joined together. We had a carrier pigeon on standby to take the salt up and down the table. Christmas next...
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