Three birthdays in a row this week, my dad, DS1 and DH's, have therefore rushed about getting cards, pressies and cakes. Lots of visiters, lots of cups of tea, washing up not to mention late nights so ratty children to contend with. I have a streaming cold which I am covering up with Beechams and telling everyone it's hayfever. Plus all the usual busy stuff we do anyway.
Soooo, last night last of the well wishers leave and kids in bed for 8.30. Light fire, open wine sit, steaks on the fire to cook, all lovely, no telly, a good conversation which rarely happens between us these days. Phone rings, I answer, friend of DH's who he sees or speaks to atleast once a week, polite chat tell him I'll get the birthday boy, friend doesn't even realise it is DH's birthday, right I'll get to the point. DH proceeds to chat to this friend for just under half an hour, about nothing imparticular, despite me waving tongs at him and pointing at steaks and making I am starving gestures.
I was miffed, planned cosy evening spoilt, he thought I was cross about the steak being overcooked not the fact that he didn't tell his friend we were 'busy 'and he'd call him another time, but he couldn't see that.
Tried to be jovial but blimey is it just me or was that thoughtless.