So, my Rossi has passed another little milestone.
And it's been a year of significant birthdays one way and another.
Ten years ago, we had just met and pushed the boat out a little more. This weekend, Ross has a cold which is going down on his chest and I'm feeling as though it's working on me too. Consequently, we didn't do much.
That said, I suppose that I am reporting that we didn't do much by our own standards.
Thursday night we were out at an event which was part of this year's Liverpool Biennial. It was remarkable for a number of reasons.
Firstly, we met up with Mitch for the first time in an age and it was good to see him again and do a catch up.
Secondly, we met up with Ross's younger brother, Sam, who is now installed as a First Year Medical Student and the University of Liverpool. As far as can be ascertained, he is busy burning the midnight oil at both ends. The partying is on such an extended scale that I found myself wondering about his course work but that is just me being inappropriately parental.
Thirdly, and probably most significantly, we were there for the public unveiling of a video piece which Ross had completed as part of a project within the Fringes of the Biennial Festival. His work was complemented by pieces by two other artists. So, for example, I got to meet Max, who Ross has talked to me about often enough.
Suffice it to say that my little honeybun's piece was the one that was most talked about. I wouldn't say that it was the most technically accomplished of all the work on display (it's the first time that he has worked within the medium) but it was quite obvious that he had something to say and had feeling and emotions to convey. In this respect, his work towered above anything else on show.
On the Saturday night (Ross's actual birthday), we went over to the Wirral for a meal hosted by my line manager, Jill. The timing was complete co-incidence but it made for a very pleasant occasion. Ian and Steve were also there accompanied by respective spouses. We were also joined by Ian and Chrystelle's son, Sam, who is just over one year old now and is delightful and very well behaved.
The only downside to all of this was the late hour of our return to our beds but, hey, if you can't unbutton once in a while, it is a poor do. I shall simply lie in and skip Quakers.
