The day before I flew to Montreal, we celebrated my Daddy's birthday. (I flew on his actual birthday). We had 11 people around our house for a huge BBQ. Mum took charge of the potato salad, a green salad, and all the fresh veggies. Dad on the other hand was in charge of the grill. He had steak, sausages, and I made burger patties. The wine, Hooky, and elderfower (which I made from scratch) were circulating, and so was the conversation. Dad was a typical birthday-boy, surrounded by his friends eating his favourite foods, and he basqued in the glory of opening his gifts and eating his lemon meringue pie. A good time was had by all, and the pictures proof it!
Daddy manning the grill.
Mummy and Gill
The MEAT!
The Birthday cake, alight with the rest of the dessert mountain.
Daddy onhis second attempt to blow out the 'magic' birthday candels.
Taking a rest from the candles
Daddy holding his "Glenfidgit" from Ed.
Daddy admiring the Dr. Who DVDs from Mum.
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