"I don't want any fuss", the Birthday Boy instructed, as his 60th approached. But as the word went out, one by one small groups of our friends and family decided they would each do something to make it a special time for him. Nothing OTT, nothing spectacular, no speeches - just small happy gatherings to let him know how much we all love him.Our wonderful church garden volunteers were first, with a wicked chocolate cake and a champagne morning tea at the end of an energetic morning of sweeping up autumn leaves and pruning at the church.
The piece de resistance, however, was a singing birthday card. If you remember Marilyn Monroe singing "Happy Birthday, Mr President" to John F Kennedy, then you'll know exactly how the card sounded - except that in this case it was "Happy Birthday, Mr Wonderful"!
Now who, do you think, would have sourced such a cheeky card? Our indomitable Moo, of course!
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