So this evening Alfie is having a birthday sleepover. The playroom has been turned into base camp for three boys, involving movies, pizza, cake and a LOT of sweets. They are all in their pj's, and sound as if they are having a ball.
I always feel a bit sorry for Alfie on his birthday. It falls on the 27th, and his birthday gifts always seem like spare Christmas presents. Added to the fact that this year most of his relations haven't even acknowledged that he is now eleven, and it all makes for a very poor show indeed.
He asked why people always forget his birthday. It made me feel sad. Birthdays are important to children. It's a big deal when they get another year older. It's supposed to be their special day. It should be acknowledged.
So I am writing this with the sounds of boys giggling and having fun. Camp beds, cushions, pillows and duvets have been strewn liberally around the floor. Every now and then there are sounds of another sweet being unwrapped. I am not even giving them a lights out.
Marc and I are going to watch Love Actually soon. One of my favourites. "Solid gold shite" it may be, but it's just what's needed. What are your favourites films? The ones you fall back on to lift your spirits. The favourites that you know every line, but still find heart warming or funny? Here's a few of mine. I'd love to know yours.
What's Up Doc? (Babs at her finest).
Breakfast At Tiffany's (so beautiful to look at)
Pride & Prejudice (the Keira one)
Good Will Hunting (Matt Damon).
The Breakfast Club (well I am a child of the 80's)
Withnail & I (I saw this six times at the cinema).
PS I Love You (cried my eyes out!)
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