3 Anniversaries and a Birthday

3 Anniversary Cakes

Tomorrow is my birthday. Which I suppose is the anniversary of my arrival on Earth, so that’s four really. But I’ll keep things simple and call it a birthday plus three anniversaries.


The first event happened on the evening before my eighth birthday. We’d only been in the new-built house for five months, so my mother was furious when I got lost in a book and forgot my bath was running until screams from downstairs pulled me back into this world. The bath had overflowed and hot water was pouring through the floor into the kitchen below.

Furious that night, and she stayed livid for some time afterwards. The 18th of January has never lost its association with our kitchen ceiling coming down.

The second event was when on the morning of my thirtieth birthday and the morning of the next day, I had to sit two four-hour criminal law exams. I passed them well, but I still call that a cruel and unusual punishment.

And the third event was exactly a year later, when I was in the West Country waiting for Janette to go into labour with our third daughter, Bev, in London.

I had a deal with my employer that my arranged two-week leave would start when she went into labour, but I had to rely on my mother-in-law to get the word to me and frankly I didn’t trust her to bother.

Also, we’d sold our car in preparation for us all moving out to Gibraltar together to take up my new two-year position as soon as Bev was four weeks old and safe to fly. That’s why Janette and the girls were in London while I worked out my last few weeks in my old job.

Also, also, there was no direct rail route between us. It wasn’t going to be a quick and simple journey from my office to the maternity hospital.

So I called my mother (in yet another part of the country, still in our family home with the kitchen ceiling five months newer than the rest of the house) and asked her to phone my place of work first thing the next morning and say Janette was in labour.

Which she was, actually, only guess what: she’d trusted her mother to phone me but her mother hadn’t bothered.

So I made it to hold Janette’s hand during all three of our daughters’ births, despite difficult journeys and difficult people, and that’s my happiest association with this date.

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12 Responses to 3 Anniversaries and a Birthday

  1. Margaret says:

    Congratulations on your birthday and the good anniversaries. The rest? Well, sometimes we have to remember things so we never do them again…of course a wild guess that you’ve gotten lost in a book since the bath incident :).

    • David Bridger says:

      Thank you. You’re right, I have, but nowadays I sit in the bathroom getting lost in a book while the bath’s running. 🙂

  2. Carol says:

    wow u share a B’day with ur daughter! that means 2 B’day cakes on the same day?

  3. Erin says:

    Happy birthday to you and your daughter!

  4. Kate (boogie) says:

    Happy Birthday to both of you!

  5. Ashe Elton Parker says:

    Happy birthday to you and your daughter, David! How wonderful to share a birthday with your child.

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