So, today it’s the Mistress’s birthday and I bought her a card with a quote that made her laugh out loud. It said “my ambition in life is to someday be the person my dog thinks I am” (Emily Maughan).
Of course, this presupposes that I love the Mistress unconditionally – which, as it happens, I do but I know all her foibles and more.
This year the Mistress is a certain age and no one is to make reference to it. Usually, she likes to have a party and celebrate with loads of friends. This year she is in hiding and her other half is whisking her away – NOT to Paris, New York or Rome. Somewhere in the country (boring!) where she can have some rejuvenating treatments and pretend she isn’t the age she is.
Most people have recognised this denial and not bought cards with the magic number on it. Someone sent her a text yesterday saying happy XXth! She wasn’t happy (even though I thought it was a lovely gesture, given that they were abroad!).
Anyway, I reckon once she’s over the shock of being a certain age, I think the partying will begin!
In the meantime, someone bought her a present called Hope in a Box; I couldn’t have put it better myself.
As the cliché goes, age is just a number but if someone you love is in denial, just humour them. Once they realise it doesn’t make a difference, they’ll say their age with pride!
After all, I am well into my seventies and I know I’ve still got it. By the lorry load!
Woof Woof