"Mum, come up the drive mum, quick, quick, take the camera!"
"There's lotsa' folk n' bikes up there.."
"Yeah? Whoopee-do. Pass me the milk, will ya?"
Oh darn. I forgot.
"Happy Birthday, Sam."
Now I feel a shit.
I didn't really forget, he still has presents and cards and cake and stuff, but it's real EARLY for a relaxing weekend morning, y'know?
"You've gotta' come!"
Sure, like I'm about to greet my public half-naked, bare-faced, and wearing this haystack for a hair-do? Get real, I'm going no-where without my shower, some slap, and a hair-drier that works.
"Och, you know your dad would be disappointed to be left out, go.."
And that's how I went and missed the whole bloomin' thing.
Apparently, Beccy tells me we did have a note shoved through our door about this a week or so back. She swears blind she almost told me.
Ah well, at least Alan's lie-in was well worth the interruption of (insert evil grin), he and Sam managed to take some great pic's for us..
The Governor of the island
|Yup, you can tell it's him by his Manx tie.|
Look, look, look, that's MY hedge right there!
A plaque was unveiled on the house directly opposite (yeah okay, I was a little bit miffed, but seeing as how we don't own an actual wall, just the hedge, I'm trying not to take it too personally).
I had no idea the original starting point for the TT races lay right outside my own front door.
|This has an etching from a photograph taken at the start of the first ever TT|
And before you ask, no, I have no idea what the "4 Inch" refers to.
I might not have got the plaque, but at least the TT Trophy sat right outside our drive..
|Past winner's posing by the coveted trophy|
And here, peeking through our neighbour's drive, you can see OUR HOUSE!! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, it doesn't take that much to excite me these days..)
|Did I mention this is our house?|
Let me remind you of where our drive is..
|Just in case you missed it - that's our drive..|
Sweet Sam keeps popping up in most of these shots as in a "Where's Wally?" look-alike mock-up.
I claimed we'd set all this up in special honour of his birthday, and he was ever so grateful!
WHAT?? Oh, get over it, it made him happy..
Besides, we were struggling to top his birthday disco of last week..
|I caught myself in the reflection!|
After all the hoop-la died down, he managed to get down to opening all his cards and pressies.
And we did treat him to his beloved take-away pizza, plus yet another birthday cake, come the eve.
And so yet another year has crept up upon us.