So what is it with my family and surprises for those most likely to suffer from its organisation…?
1) Christmas. Granny didn't know we were coming. We all sat under the Christmas tree covered by a sheet. Someone suggests we jump out… she's frail… it's not the best idea they've ever had. So we didn't actually come out screaming "SURPRISE!"
2) Dara's 60th, Roisin organised the initial surprise so that we'd all head to the Guinness sky bar (or whatever it's called), and be waiting at the top for Dara… she'd rang previously and checked that it would be ok. Lady on the phone said it would be… except that lady at the lift says it is not… not going to pay the 20 euros(Guinness isn't that great) to just to use the lift to go to the bar … neither is Dara… so we take the back route and go in through the exit stairs. Dara, who has had both hips replaced, has to climb a hundred or so stairs cos the Guinness lady won't let her use the lift. Fair enough cos we weren't paying… and pretending to leave… but new fake hips and lots of stairs ain't great.
Still she had a great time, as did we all, and was totally surprised!
3) This April, Niav is 80. 80. Shock isn't good for the system at these older ages… so what are we doing? Having a surprise party! Go the Brays/De Bris/Kellehers/O Dalys!
Though Niav is one of these ladies that you would never guess she was 80. She still runs around the Hills of Wicklow to sort out rare breeds of cow. She's the kind of lady I'd hope to be at her age.
No doubt we will all have a great time, and it will be good for the whole gang to be together… now I just have to get my work together so I can make the most of being over there.
Go! Go! Go!