Some people are absolutely hopeless at keeping secrets and springing surprises.
I have a friend who simply can’t help herself; she drops hints (whopping great big hints, too) so that we all learned NOT to tell her what X was giving Y for Christmas or if there was a birthday party being planned.
And some people manage to elicit essential information without dropping too many clues.
The Man in this household is a past master at setting up surprises without giving away ANYTHING that might tip off the surprisee.
And I should know this, after nearly 30 years of being on the receiving end of some tricky little schemes. Honestly! He could be a cloak-and-dagger secret agent. What am I saying? He probably IS!
Now, this time, he did have to give me some idea that he had something planned because I had a printing workshop scheduled for yesterday. Last Wednesday, as he left town on a business trip, he said to “tell them you will be late for the workshop.”
Now, this was not a major drama as I was not actually intending to do do any printing, but I was expected at the meeting which followed. So I told them I’d be late.
And still I had no idea why I’d be late…Yes, of course I tried all the old “what do I need to wear?” “do I need to cook lunch?” “are we having guests?” routines.
Didn’t work! Like I said, I’ve had nearly 30 years of this, so I just went with the flow.
And “the flow” took me out to the local Aero Club, to this:
Every weekend, when the Moth flew by, I’d say that one day I’d like to do that. And yesterday I did!
It was a fantastic trip, cold, showery weather notwithstanding. I probably shan’t do it again, but man! it was fun. And probably much safer than trying to light the requisite number of candles on tomorrow’s cake.
And now, for the Blogiversary Giveaway … this is what the winner will receive.
I am offering a choice between either a 6″x 3 1/4″ ( 15x8cm ) lino print, above
Remember, all you need do is leave a comment on the Anniversary Post and all commenters’ names will go into this
and the ever-reliable Man of the House will draw the winning name.
Now, I must run the mower over the pile of weeds that I’ve been accumulating…it’s not all joy flights and champagne, y’know! Heck! It’s not even beer and skittles, some days…