It's Me, Sara Louise

You know how my actual birthday was last Saturday? Well my original celebration plans went like this… Friday night romantic dinner à deux with The Husband, then watch Six Nations rugby on Saturday, followed by tapas at the wine bar with the whole Le Petit Village crew (Honey Jr., Honey’s Honey, Child Bride… you know the crew).

The Perfect birthday plan.

Until we found out that; 1) Honey Jr and Honey’s Honey were going to the theatre in Avignon on the Saturday (and on my birthday, the cheek of them!). 2) Apparently the wine bar is closed for winter. 3) One off the two restaurants remotely near us is currently closed because the couple that run it had a baby a few weeks ago (Did the baby not know that it was my birthday? So rude) and 4) the other restaurant is only open on Saturday nights at the moment because it’s been cold (Seriously, that’s the reason).

New perfect birthday plan… Six Nations rugby in the afternoon, followed by dinner à deux with The Husband at the one and only restaurant remotely near us, on the one day of the week that it is opened, and then a week later, return to the same restaurant with the whole Le Petit Village crew so everyone can partake in the joy that is my birthday.

Perfect, until I remembered that Ireland was playing against France that very night at 9pm and there was no way José that I’d miss it.

But then The Husband, in the most excellent demonstration of husbandy love did something magnificent… he called the one and only restaurant remotely near us that is open (on Saturdays) and asked if there was anyway on that very night that we would be dining there to celebrate my birthday, if they would be so kind as to put the match on the television for us, so I wouldn’t miss it. And the sweet lady said she would, since it was my birthday and all.

And I was happy. I was so very happy.

Then The Husband, in another magnificent demonstration of husbandy love, surprised me with a birthday cake after dinner! The whole Le Petit Village crew sang happy birthday to me, in English, badly, but I didn’t care because I was oh so happy. Delicious food and wine, great friends, bad singing, followed by Ireland vs. France rugby. Perfect.

But then, two minutes after the scheduled kickoff time, the match was cancelled, because it’s so cold.

Seriously. Cancelled.

HOW COULD THEY NOT KNOW IT WAS COLD??!!

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