Nick’s birthday weekend

We had only been together for a few weeks when Nick would have his birthday. And I would travel to Shropshire for that. We had discussed beforehand how we would mark the occasion; I asked if I could take him and his sons out for dinner in Shrewsbury. I wasn’t sure if that was ok! I am the new kid on the block. Maybe they have family traditions. But it was Nick’s birthday, so I suppose his sons would probably be willing to accommodate his wishes, and he liked the idea. And we agreed on it. But made it lunch later, for logistical reasons. 

I arrived the evening before, braving the unnervingly alcohol-minded tendencies of my fellow train travellers. And the evening was mainly spent ferrying his youngest son to and from training. It overran, and we were in bed late. 

The next morning was the big day. After we woke up, Nick went downstairs to make coffee, and I quickly brought out the birthday cake I had brought. With candles! And over breakfast I gave him his present. But then we were back on dad taxi duties; Nick’s son also trains on Saturday morning. 

When we got back I changed into a dress for our lunch. Nick also brushed up. And the boys got ready. I hadn’t had much interaction with the oldest one yet; he is often away. But now he was joining us. He got quite chatty!

Getting into Shrewsbury and parking up was a bit of a nightmare, but all was good when we got to the restaurant. It was a nice place! And the menu looked good. I think we all had a great celebratory lunch! I felt quite privileged to be accepted into this company. 

In the evening, everyone went off to do their own thing.  The logistical reason we could not go for dinner had vanished. Nick and I just had some bread, cheese and fruit, followed by a celebratory beer, and called it a day. We could go to bed at a reasonable time now! 

The next day we finished it all off with a visit to the Soldiers of Shrewsbury Museum, as that is conveniently located right next to the station. And then I left. It had been a good weekend! And the next one is already in the diary. Roll on. 

 

The museum

On the inside