It was Ferdinand’s seventieth birthday coming up. Quite frankly, he was excited about it. His wife had passed on, but he had three sons, and there were three daughters-in-law and seven grandchildren. No doubt they would all come to celebrate his special birthday!
Of course, Ferdinand didn’t say anything – he wanted it a secret, but he wondered what they had planned. He hoped it wouldn’t be too big. Having the family around for a light lunch would be enough. He would open all the presents they gave him (what does one give a seventy year old for his birthday?) and hopefully there’d be a cake to cut after blowing out seventy candles. It doesn’t take much to delight a seventy year old – especially when surrounded by grandchildren.
Anyway, that was last week. He’s still waiting.
Sad but I guess at that age he’s got to focus on something!
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When I hit 70 (in 15 months!) I think I’d rather forget it!
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Yeah, Ferdinand needs to speak up…
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Agreed!
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Ah, the trouble with expectations. I have a friend whose email address is getoverit@…. That about sums up my take on life.
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!!!!
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The key to miseries on this planet is addiction to hope. Perhaps he should embark on a spiritual journey to Mongolia.
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With such a spiritual journey he might end up in a state of inner Mongolia.
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Clearly he is only 69 and the event is next year – but age plays tricks on your mind. (Andrew: 60-something but not yet 70 as far as I know)
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It’s all uphill from 70 on i.e. it’s all downhill.
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Expectations are made to be dashed!
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Oh dash!
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I thought you were onto something there with the 3s and the 7s. Some Biblical symbolism. Oh well.
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More superstitious than symbolic I would (personally) imagine!
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