More frighteningly this means my youngest child is 21! A detail guaranteed to make you feel ancient, that and the fact that I have been offered a flu jab for the first time. As a result of COVID-19, we had already been forced to reduce the 21st celebrations to a family affair, with a couple of extras, but Lockdown 2.0 meant even the small gathering we had planned, had to be further reduced. Poor Nick, our consummate party animal, reduced to celebrating his 21st birthday with dinner with just his parents and the lovely Ruth. He picked the menu and we did our best to make it a lively gathering, but it reminded me how many people are experiencing milestone events without the opportunity to celebrate or mourn as they would wish. It was still fun, just not as much fun as the Smallest Boy had planned. Our lovely friend, Hels, dropped off the most amazing Victoria Sponge cake for him and a number of friends took turns to walk round the garden with him drinking beer (and something hideous called Magnum Tonic Wine) and so i think he still felt spoilt and special.
