A couple of days ago, I took my father out for lunch to celebrate his birthday.
We had a lovely time, catching up on friends' and family news, revisiting old memories and, of course, eating superb food and sipping luscious wine.
But it was the arrival of his dessert - a prune and armagnac tart with clotted cream - that made his day. Not just because of the tart itself - delicious though it proved to be - but because a neighbouring table of ladies struck up a gentle 'Happy Birthday' when they spied a candle in the said tart and raised their glasses to him.
It was a small, simple gesture - but it was so charmingly done, and so spontaneously, that it completely bowled him over.
To those ladies - thank you for making his day so very special!
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