It was The Man's mum's birthday yesterday, so we all piled down to Brighton to spend the day down there with his brother and sister-in-law. In the howling typhoon down the M23. Mmm mmm.
They do this really mean thing to her whereby they put a load of options on days out into a hat and make her pick. These ranged from an afternoon watching the football in the pub to a tour of Brighton Pavilion. And then they show her what she could have won. This year she picked An Afternoon at Hove Dogs - greyhound racing. Cripes alive, they really know how to put some stinkers in the hat!
The Man's family are inveterate gamblers, having been well trained by their grandparents, so any excuse (and I mean any) is taken up to have a flutter on something. The Man and his brother were trying for trio forecasts, while us girls just stuck with the 'to win' or each way winners. And we won, while the boys got glummer and glummer. You can picture my delight then (apart from having my second winner) when I catch The Man quietly doing eeny-meeny-miny-mo under the table to pic his trio....
The Man's sister-in-law is pregnant, and while we were sitting there she was feeling her belly and looking thoughtful. She grabbed The Man's hand and laid it on her belly and so the other beautiful thing of the day was the look (and shout) of surprise and genuine delight when he felt the baby kicking. Broody? Him? I had better watch out!