In this large family, birthdays come round all the time and this weekend, we celebrated our elder twins' birthday. Since you ask, they turned fifty or, seen as a banded pack, they were one hundred.
Of course, I am thrilled to bits but do I really have to own up to having children of that age? And while we are being honest, my eldest is older than that.
I am pondering, quite unsuccessfully, how I can pass all that off. Conventionally, women of a certain age, never admitted to more than fifty but I can't get away with that, can I? I will have to settle for inspiration at some future date.
In the meantime, over twenty of the very nearest and dearest celebrated in style with accompanying garish balloons and a great deal of laughter.
And then again, I ponder how one can produce two (fraternal) twins who are as unalike as chalk and cheese and then, one marries a Chinese girl who was a fashion designer and then retrained as a speech therapist. The other one marries a Japanese girl who takes a degree in textile design and is now in the process of becoming an art therapist. One has been married for about twenty years, the other only seven or eight. And guess what? They both got married on September 19.
Coincidence? Predetermination? Or what?
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