Yesterday was my good friend’s 60th birthday, which was to be celebrated in grand style at a well known and rather upmarket restaurant. Friends had helped by designing beautiful witty invitations, name tags, place labels and by doing the floral arrangements that graced each table and the dining room. My small job was to collect her birthday cake on Saturday morning as she was at a conference, and to keep it until she came and got it later the same evening. Instead we all met at another friend’s home where the Birthday Girl had a glass of champagne, received a gift and did not remember to come and collect the cake – which had been carefully stored in my very cold laundry, well out of reach of my dogs. On Sunday morning my car was needed to transport the flowers to the venue, so all dressed in our finery, this was done well before lunch, leaving us plenty of time to stooge around until the party began, so we were able to sit, chat and enjoyed the elegant surroundings for half an hour or so.
It was only when my friend arrived with her family and other guests and we were wishing her a Happy Birthday that I realised that I had forgotten the cake. Out of sight – out of mind, it was still sitting 25 kilometres away on the top of my washing machine. There was no option other than return home and collect it, or else the day would be ruined, so off I flew. I was back before we all sat down to lunch and will privately admit to doing quite a lot more than the speed limit, all the time berating myself for my stupidity and having the memory of an ant......I’m only glad that Greg, our local police constable had not chosen to lurk behind a gum tree with his speed camera – at least I did not see him. I think it takes about three weeks for the blue notice to arrive in the mail......so I shall be on tenterhooks until the end of this month.