Has my darling Husband become an egotistwhen I wasn’t looking? He is going to be 50 next summer and has started planning his celebrations – nothing wrong with that. Except they seem to be rather protracted, lavish and costly. It is as if he has morphed into the President of a small African state or a ‘money is no object’ Simon Cowell (but with more taste obviously). Emails from him keep popping up in my in Entourage box: “Am planning to take the whole month off for my birthday”… what? Even the great NelsonRolihlahlaMandelahad just one quiet day with his family for his 92nd birthday. Ping Ping: “Thinking of hiring a yacht for Cowes Week”. Ping Ping: “Have reduced guest list for my celebration dinner down to 38 – can you check how many Annabel’s private dining room holds?” (Luckily, only 22). Ping Ping: “Can you get a quote for a marquee for 140 with an Indian maharajah theme?”.
I know 50 is a landmark birthday and it isn’t sour grapes because I only chose to have a quiet lunch with two girlfriends on my big day, but half a century isn’t that big a deal in these days of longevity. Goodness knows what he has in mind for his 60th, 70th, 80th, 90th and God help me for the 100th.