I kinda missed the Queen’s birthday.
Which is a shame, because she was kind enough to send a card to my parents.
They were celebrating their Diamond Wedding.
I drove down after work the day before. On the Diamond Day, I took them out to Trelissick National Trust property and we watched house martins nesting in the eaves. We had our lunch there in the mild Cornish air of the courtyard.
Mark and Helen invited us for a hearty roast dinner, and Mum and Dad enjoyed the company of their grandson, Dan, and his cockapoo dog, Scout. My kids phoned, wrote and texted their best wishes.
For me, the day might have seemed a little quiet, but Mum and Dad thought it was perfect.
If ever I am lucky enough to reach the day when I am in my eighties and have been married for sixty years, perhaps I shall feel the same.