Yesterday was my beloved husband’s birthday, his second in lockdown as he’s been reminding me for weeks. Unlike my birthday which is generally lunch in a restaurant I have booked myself – just to be on the safe side – my beloved usually celebrates his with a long weekend away planned with meticulous care and attention by his better half.
This time around I’ve tried to create the ambience of a trip away with plenty of his favourite treats, many of which have required me to spend hours slaving over a hot stove. Unfortunately, the weather hasn’t helped my cause. For example, my recreation of Aperol Spritz and Italian style nibbles on Friday evening to kick off the celebrations had to be enjoyed indoors rather than on the terrace. Notwithstanding the uncooperative elements, we’ve run the gamut of culinary delights from Italian to Spanish Basque, French to Mexican and Indian.
He’s a bit of a big kid (British understatement) when it comes to both Christmas and his birthday celebrations during which he’s totally indulged. Of course, you won’t be surprised to learn that the reverse isn’t true. Aside from spending many birthdays on my lonesome, I’ve also had to suffer them in the company of either his workmates, clients or both. Anyway, back to my beloved.
I felt an extra-extra-special effort was required this time as, even though there’s now light at the end of the tunnel, he’s beginning to exhibit the effects of this extended lockdown. As you know, very little disturbs my equilibrium and sunny disposition, but my beloved was showing signs of cracking. Nothing too serious you understand, more irritability with the situation than anything else. Fortunately our 50 metre outdoor pool will open shortly and that should be sufficient to restore his good humour.
What was lovely was how many people got in touch to wish him happy birthday though admittedly most of these, family aside, would have been prompted by Facebook or LinkedIn. Nonetheless, it perked him up considerably.
In addition, I have been planning some trips in Europe for the last quarter of the year to give him “something to look forward to.” In truth, much of it has been built around a likely return trip to Hungary for the baptism of our friends’ twins, born in December last year. We intend going by car and re-visiting some of our old haunts en route, plus finding some new ones. We’re assuming that this summer will unfold in similar fashion to last year with days out locally.
I’m hoping for a trip to Paris (by train) in October and then probably a road trip during the Christmas period to Spain. This will be a much less pre-planned affair, more of a wander where we fancy, though we’re also likely to visit some of our favourite haunts. These have all helped mitigate his situation and restore his usual good humour.