My boyfriend turns 50 tomorrow and whilst I'm excited about giving him my carefully arranged pressie, I'm belatedly remembering how I don't like organising events. Despite organising my own 40th, he is of the view that you don't organise your own party, but as I don't have contact with everyone invited, it has felt a bit out of control, people I thought were definites turning out to be maybes who now aren't coming despite it now already paying for. I think I just worry at the responsibility for everyone's enjoyment, but I'm encouraged by the restaurant owner's dedication, he wants it to be "the best night of our lives".It's good that I've noticed this pattern that I fall into, taking responsibility for how others feel, when it isn't down to me really. Maybe one day I'll crack that?
Meanwhile, a week ago a pompom appeared on the garden wall, presumably lost and awaiting someone to see it and take it home. Following last night's torrential rain, it looked very forlorn indeed. I'm not sure how best to comfort a soggy lost pompom.
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