Wednesday, 6 May 2009

Happy 50th Birthday Mr Grumpy

It was 5.00pm on Wed 11th March, Mr Grumpy sat in his office, contemplating the results from Cheltenham, and looking forward to the Gold Cup on Friday the 13th. This auspicious date was to be his 50th birthday, an occasion he could well do without, and didn't want anyone to know or to notice.

Into the drive came parents-in-law whereupon the realisation that a proposed meal of decadence at The Stag at Titley was not really going to happen. Mr Grumpy complained bitterly about a) missing the Gold Cup and b) wanting to see his three sons on the Sat night.

Told to take the dog for a walk, he did as requested, with many chunters. So after as much grumpiness as he could possibly muster, he was scolded haughtily and sent to bed early. "But prepare a case for an early start tomorrow" said Mrs Grumpy (who wasn't really grumpy at all, she was just unlucky enough to have married Mr Grumpy. In fact, before she was married she was called Miss Happy).After the promised early start, Mr Grumpy was taken right out of his stride when the taxi dropped them off at Heathrow, and was starting to show worrying signs of an improved demeanour when guided towards Club Class seats to New York ! He hadn't guessed a thing even in the departure lounge, because Mrs Grumpy had worked her happy magic in grave secrecy.

What a lovely surprise to saunter into Manhattan for dinner on Thursday in a small but perfectly formed (slightly like Mr G) Italian restaurant. Mr Grumpy was taken sight-seeing on Friday - the Empire State building, then went out on the Statue of liberty ferry and onto Ellis Island.

Back at the swanky apartment Mr Grumpy got ready for dinner, thinking he was losing his grip on his rancourous attitude, when the now retitled Lady Grumpy went out to get some crisps ?

Anyway, by now he was missing his boys on his 50th, so maybe he could be grumpy about that. Crisps, he thought ? She hates them. Then a loud knock on the door. Who the bloody hell is that he thought.Surprise ! There at the door stood the missing teenage sons, Harry, Jamie and Joshua who had flown from Bristol to Newark on Continental and then enjoyed a limo to town and apartment in the same emporium, all arranged by Lady G. Completely knocked over by this arrival Mr G could not hide his joy and shed a (quickly wiped away) tear.

They weren't finished there. Fantastic food in Soho, a helicopter ride over Manhattan, Madison Square Gardens, the site of the Twin Towers, Wall Street. Followed by dinner in a jazz club which had a really typically schmoozy atmosphere

Next day to Times Square and then on to Central Park and then flew back to UK.

What a week end !! And all because Miss Happy thought "Life's short, do it now !"

Mr Grumpy has since had his name changed by deed poll to Laughing Jonny. The spirits - they did it all in one night !

Life is indeed short, too short for anything other than regular doses of fun and good times.

1 comment:

  1. What a fantastic story! I feel like jumping for joy for old Grumpy and his family! xx