Well, it was my mum's 80th birthday yesterday, we had lunch at the uber-bling gothic Secret Garden at the Witchery by the Castle - another thing which affects bg: the adrenalin rush from looking at a scarily expensive 20 page long wine menu, where some of the bottles were around £2000, maxing out at £3600, so I made darned sure I got my mitts on it before my dad did so I could be sure we got something under a hundred quid but still trying not to look like a cheapskate - well, I am Scottish after all..
I got her two cards, one saying 80, the other 21, so she could take her pick of ages - gues which one she chose, lol! I've never really thought about age much, she says she's obviously noticed the physical signs of aging, hip replacement and so on, but in her mind still has a go at life as if she was in her twenties.
The staff did their job, particularly the Kiwi who said, "oh go on, you're never 80, I was reckoning 55!"
She's still racing around in her Mini like a sportscar driver. I was going to get her a voucher to have a go in a Ferrari at Knockhill but she's recently had some cataract surgery so fast things are out of the picture at the moment.
Dad had booked them into the Edinburgh Grand, an old bank building in the centre of Edinburgh, recently renovated but the developer has kept true to the period detail.
All in all a good day - they were born and bred in Edinburgh but live in Fife now, so they enjoy getting back to their old haunts as tourists.
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