Happy Birthday to the Old Fella
This weekend, on twelfth night, was my Dads birthday. Brian Gurden was born in London on the 6th January 1939, the day was spend hiding from the rain mostly, although I had promised to take him out for a drink in the early evening, with Brian (my Brother in Law), Liam, (his 18 year old son/my step-nephew-in-law), and Lee who seemed to be at a loose end on Saturday night. What he didn’t know was that a surprise party had been organised, that food had been hidden, guests invited, and that while we went out for a couple of drinks all this was being organised…
And against all odds it worked a treat. Although whenever he started to seem a bit suspicious or asking awkward questions we implied that something was going to happen at my sisters house and that he need not worry about it. So a great surprise was sprung and a success it was catching him entirely unawares.
Happy birthday dad.
And against all odds it worked a treat. Although whenever he started to seem a bit suspicious or asking awkward questions we implied that something was going to happen at my sisters house and that he need not worry about it. So a great surprise was sprung and a success it was catching him entirely unawares.
Happy birthday dad.