It is safe to say the first birthday party I went to today was unique. No kid. He was awol with mum. The dad turned up half an hour late. All the other guests had been cancelled.
We made small talk for a while then the dad explained his soap opera life. After a few hours the kids got itchy feet so we said come back to ours for dinner. He did. Between cooking dinner and dealing with the kids I read the letter he had written to his lawyer. 7 pages. Front and back.
V embarassing. He had no idea she wasn't at home and the party was cancelled. I now know far more about a stranger than I ever wanted to and ended up basically saying oh poor you. All evening.
Worst first birthday party ever. No baby or mum, no other guests, and a v messed up dad.
It was a shite day. But we had a good meal. I had a leg of lamb in the fridge so prepared a feast. But still.
It's now almost midnight, the conversations are whirring through my mind. I am relaxing with a glass of wine and a pack of fags.
Yes, I had stopped smoking. But this was hardcore awfulness so bugger that.