Other than booking the house and barking driving directions - the Twins had no involvement with the organisation of the weekend. At the Super X Club Meeting we divvied up the jobs and made sure all were involved
Cousin LL - ordering the Ocado shop and general organising us all military stylee
Rose - Gala dinner catering, placecards, branding and theme
Cousin TL - All booze for the weekend and running a wine tasting competition
Annie and Izzy - Invites, fireworks, balloons, decorations
Mr Rose and I arrived after a bafflingly busy and stressful day which included actually completing on our flat, a 2 hour row with British Gas, seeing 2 houses and getting lost in Central Bristol on the journey for about 40 mins. However, our spirits were raised as we arrived at the massive farmhouse in the middle of nowhere to find my entire family gently pissed and in the hottub ready to whoop at us.
|The lovely house decked in lime green balloons|
Saturday was magical - we wanted the whole day to be full or surprises for the twins so we kept everything secret. We woke up to glorious weather and went on what can only be described as a Mega Walk. Just as we thought we would not survive, Mr Cousin LL cemented his position as Golden Boyfriend (after all, he has put a ring on it) and spotted an ice cream van and treated us all to a Mr Whippy.
After a large lunch, a bit more hot tubbing, glasses of cider and afternoon naps, we kicked off the evening with a wine tasting, arranged by Cousin TL. We all love a bit of competition in our family plus a bit of booze so this was a winning combination.
Then Somerset's finest caterers provided us with a lovely dinner of goats cheese tart, duck confit and Dolphin Nose potatoes with lemon tart. After the starter, Cousin TL asked us to go outside for the Wine Tasting Prize Giving but this was merely a clever ruse and we had a surprise fireworks display that took the Twins totally unawares and delighted us all - big thanks to Mr Annie for organising. As Auntie Mame gripped my hand as we stood and watched, quite overcome by it all, I felt a tear trickle down my carefully made up face - fireworks always make me emotional.
|The table all dressed for dinner in our lime green theme|
Once back inside I rehearsed, for the 80th time, my speech which I had been planning for weeks. But just after main course was served, my dad noticed that the spot on which the fireworks had been lit was on fire - so we all ran out into the field in our finery, screaming and shouting, clutching bottles of Evian with calls of RING THE FIRE BRIGADE. We soon realised the fire was totally minor and after chucking some water on it, all trekked back inside to finish our duck.
After pudding of lemon tart and raspberry meringue was served, I cleared my throat and was just about to tap my glass with my fork and begin 'Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking, I would like to make a little speech….'
Would you adam and eve it? Mame yelped to say the field was on fire again. So - for a second time, we grabbed water, shoved on our wellies and ran out into the night in a moment's panic. Fortunately we have some fairly competent menfolk who put the fire out very quickly and the drama was over as quickly as it had begun.
So the moment for my speech evaporated into the night and there didn't seem to be another right moment over the weekend.
But what I had planned to say was this: We are an unusually close and happy family - this is all down to the two people who's birthdays we were celebrating. They had a mixed childhood but they gave us all an idyllic one and for that we can never thank them enough. We wanted the day to be full of intrigue, surprise, indulgence, good hygiene, fun, humour and glamour - because when you think about it you realise this is exactly how they have made our lives.
So to Auntie Mame and my darling Mum - happy birthday from your biggest fans