To our sons, both born on May 24th, but 2 years apart. Before their births I’d kind of hoped for 2 children born about 2 years apart. It seems that that was about the only thing in the ups and downs of my life that came about exactly as ‘planned’. Always lovely double parties with exciting cakes – dragons, planes, even a marzipan Buddha one time when their birthday coincided with Buddha’s … whatever mum had to come up with.
Today – poor Robin is doing a final Final at Imperial College, and Francis is on a ferry in the North Sea, en route for performing in concerts in Belgium. (So my dragon boat is therefore a Chinese version of a North Sea ferry?) And here where the parents are, it is hot and sunny, and we will probably just go for a swim.