It's my Party and I'll Change the Plan if I Want To!

It was herself's birthday yesterday. Usually that means don't mention the war, but she took getting older remarkably well for a woman! We (read she!) decided that we'd go out for dinner to some flash place in the city centre. Since it was her birthday, I didn't mind taking the inevitable hit on the wallet!

We were supposed to be there for 8pm, but as usual she was late. That meant a change in plan to some Italian place in the vicinity. Great I thought; I won't have to wait as long to eat and it'll be cheaper!! It was on the way that she dropped the bombshell. Over here, apparently when it's your birthday you treat the person, not the other way around. Despite my protestations that it made no sense, that's the way it was going to be.

Anyway, we got to the place and had the meal (which was OK), during which she said we could always go to the swanky place on my birthday (coming up the week after Christmas!). Why didn't that surprise me, I wonder?! To cap it all, she took out a voucher and part paid the bill with it! Is it just me or is that rodent odour I detect?!!