14 August 2014

Thirty

Our Ian at Thirty
Ian at Seven
I must be getting old because my little boy is thirty years old. It was his birthday yesterday and he managed to get time off from his busy job in London to return to his Sheffield nest. I took him out for breakfast at Jonty's on Sharrow Vale Road and then we drove to Meadowhall where he chose a nice shirt and a pair of suede desert boots as his birthday present. And in the evening, after Shirley had come home from work, we drove over to Rotherham for dinner in the excellent "Akbars" curry resaturant on Meadowbank Road. See the size of our nan bread hanging from a metal frame! Later he met up with his Sheffield friends at "The Pointing Dog" and must have sneaked home quietly some time after three in the morning. We are blessed to have such a smashing son who is generally happy and healthy, works hard,  loves life and treats other people with respect. He has far more true friends than I had at his age.
Full English birthday breakfast in Jonty's
Evening birthday curry  meal at Akbar

26 comments:

  1. A mere broth of a boy Mr YP... Oh and Ian looks a lively little shaver.

    Last Monday night we were talking about you in our local pub. I did try and steer the conversation back to me... to no avail! Ted's family from Brum were down to see our thesp. performances and during the family together, my blog was mentioned, trouble was you got a more glowing report than me!

    'I love the guy from Yorkshire that writes about stupid things that have happened to him!'

    'Oh yes, Yorkshire Pudding: he used to be good, until he got all teacherly with us and in lieu of children to teach, has taken it upon himself to geographically educate the great unwashed! Personally I preferred his funny stories, and yes sometimes I even thought they were for real. He I'm sure, is a lovely guy although more of his stories, poems and the like would be my blog of choice for my desert-island reading. Now about my latest post....!'

    Feel free the correct my spelling and puntuation Sir.

    LLX

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    1. My head has inflated to such an extent that I now look like Frank Sidebottom! With regard to spelling and punctuation I think you will find that the Himalayan rodent with peculiar reproductive habits is spelt LOLX and not LLX! Glad to be of service - as the actress said to the bishop.

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  2. Well ~ Happy Birthday to Ian.

    YP, you only scratched the surface in comparing your too lives at 30. Obviously, you were married with a son by that age. (My baby boy turns 18 next week, and I am just as proud as you on his milestone birthday)

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    1. oops - typo ~ *two*

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    2. Eighteen? Wow! It can't have been easy being a young mum of sixteen all those years ago!

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  3. Is that nan bread levitating?

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    1. Ha! Ha! It looks like it! It must be a "Nimble" nan bread!

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  4. Did the shirt still fit? There was enough food consumed in a day to last me a week.
    Good to see he made it back to hearth and home.

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    1. Good heavens! If I had known that you are starving Adrian - I could have mailed you half of that massive nan bread. Maybe if you root around amongst the rocks you will find some nutritious mussels and seaweed.Alf looks more inviting than Molly - in a culinary sense.

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    2. No not starving at all.
      I do forage for food. There was a half decent crab trapped in a rock pool the other morning. I took it back to eat, I popped it on the ground by the van while I sorted the dogs out and it had gone ten minutes later. I did suspect Zinga, a Polish dog who lives here but he hadn't got it when I caught up with him.
      This morning there were thousands of dead sprats on the beach but though the dogs spent half an hour gobbling them up I was too squeamish to risk eating them.

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  5. Many happy returns to your son, YP. (You still sending Shirley out to work while you laze about in retired splendour? She's a saint, that woman!) ;)

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    1. Keith is a bit too soft in my view. He should be at his NASA station all day long while you hawk clothes pegs around the mean streets of Wrexham before trudging home to make his tea.

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  6. He looks like a lovely big lad YP. Bet he enjoyed coming home and getting spoiled on his birthday.

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    1. Yes and we enjoyed spoiling him Molly.

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  7. Happy Birthday, Ian. You are lovely and you have a lovely da.

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    1. I like the end bit Mama Thyme!

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  8. Lovely to spend time with our grown up kids. We're off to Sydney for the day like a couple of jet-setters on Saturday.
    Happy Birthday Ian.

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    1. Say hello to young Sydney from me. Why pick such an old-fashioned name for him? Jet-setters? More like Jet-Starrers! Have a nice time Helen.

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  9. Happy birthday to Ian. My little boy is going to be 50 in just over a month, so I must be positively ancient (if there's anything positive about being ancient).

    I am truly impressed with the size of your nan bread.

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    1. We had ordered the "ordinary" nan bread - not the family one that is literally double that size! British people have become great curry lovers - so much so that a takeaway curry has overtaken the traditional fish and chips as our favourite convenience food.

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  10. A belated Happy Birthday to Ian!
    Sumptuous meals, and the sight of the slice of toast with one corner bitten off made me grin - I can just imagine you remembering that you meant to take a picture of it when one of you had already started. Who is the grapefruit and who the orange juice person?

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    1. Well spotted Miss Arian! I plead guilty - it was me who took the first bite out of the toast. Ian took both food pictures on his i-phone as I had left my camera at home. I had the orange juice but here your detective skills have let you down because Ian's drink was apple juice or in German - Apfelsaft.

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  11. Lovely post, rather yummy 30 year old.
    I noticed the toast too. Natalie would have bitten it before she left the counter. My biggest little boy turns 30 just before Christmas.

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    1. You are not far behind then Kate.

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  12. At first glance I thought that was David Beckham. I hope you all shared a wonderful time together...by the looks of it, you did...as did your stomachs! :)

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    1. His father is David Beckham's doppelgänger Lee! And yes - it was a day of good food. Thanks for dropping by once more.

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