"It was a night, oh, what a night it was, it really was, Such a night (with apologies to the late Johnny Ray).
But it was so lively--what with the pasta, the pizzas and over 20 garrulous family members from young to very old. I had suggested that I was too old for any presents, but magically, bottles of single malt and a large packet of mixed licorice (which is another one of my other weaknesses) turned up. My oldest son gifted me a baseball cap bearing the logo,
"Not everyone looks THIS GOOD at 90", and coincidentally, without any prior awareness bought me a mug bearing exactly the same logo. Much reminiscing and small talk and two younger nephews asked what it was like in the war when I was their age. After horrifying them with the tale of being evacuated at age 6/7 I went on to reveal that after being taken home I began enjoying the war --tolding them of collecting shrapnel on the day after an air raid, store in shell fragments in a shoe box. So enjoyed their amazement!
All together a delightful night of fun and memories.