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Yesterday we were invited to a special celebration.  One of the oldest houses in the village had a birthday, it was 250 years old, built in 1761.  The occupants of the house held a party in its honour and a birthday cake had been made which exactly resembled it, even down to the red telephone box outside.  All the villagers got together for the celebration and it was a good opportunity for everyone to catch up on the gossip, eat lovely food and raise a glass.

Just to put 1761 into a historical context (thank you Wikipedia) I will just list a few events that took place in that year:-

George III married Charlotte of Mecklenburg and they were crowned King and Queen the same year.
Earthquakes occured in London.
The tune Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star was published in France.
The Faber-Castell company was founded in Nuremberg.
The slave trade to and within Portugal is forbidden.
The British capture Pondicherry, India, from the French.
Prime Minister William Pitt the Elder fails to garner support to declare war on Spain.

All in all, it was a good excuse for a get-together, and everyone enjoyed it - and if the house could speak, I am sure it enjoyed it too.  Here's to the next 250.


  1. I love the idea of celebrating a house's birthday. Any excuse to eat, drink and talk!

  2. It sounds like a good time was had by all! Flighty xx


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