A small celebration

There are four clocks in my father's living room. One of them is a cuckoo clock.
When my father invited us to dinner in a restaurant to celebrate our upcoming birthdays, I realised that there would be no chance of a blip. My father doesn't want his face on the Internet. The cuckoo clock blip had to be a bit touched up, because it had become a bit gloomy, despite the cheerful cuckoo of the small wooden bird.

We noticed the familiarity my father was welcomed by the owner of the restaurant and his wife. Obviously he visits the restaurant more frequently. They already knew his order and when we left after dinner, the woman put two bottles of beer in the doggy bag. 'For at home'