Birthday Sabotage

It's the 3rd of the month An excellently important day 5 decades or so ago, My parents made a little 'roll in the hay' Tonight, I'm spoiling myself Going out for dinner el solo Down to my favourite local Bistro For Salmon Wellington, Cab Sav and Gateau Made sure I phoned ahead, with 3 weeks to go Booked a delicious pescatarian meal And a table outside, on the patio I arrived with a grin And was shown to a shabby table inside Served Beef Wellington, Sav Blanc, And for dessert, a Mince Pie! Why? What? How could this be? I immediately called for the Chef Oh Lanser, how could you get this so wrong Have you recently gone stone deaf? No! He said, in his monotone And pulled from his pocket an email You sent us this note just yesterday Updating your culinary detail But it wasn't... I didn't.... Who could it have been? To know that I'd definitely be here Someone who would sabotage my effulgent glory And rob me of my cheer? Then it dawned on me Who sabotaged my favourite night It was my horrible ex-wife She's darn clever, evil and so full of spite