Thank you sooooo much everybody for the birthday wishes, the flowers, the parcels, and for sharing what you have been doing today.
I had intended to have a quite day, except for my sons popping in, but the phone hasn't stopped ringing, the postman brought cards, and the local florist flowers.
My sons know just how to spoil me with a mixture of naughty and practical. As a result I'm now the very proud owner of an electric pencil sharpener (I have been moaning for years about all the time I'm wasting sharpening pencils), an electric tin opener (Those manual ones are such hard work sometimes) and a bottle of 21-year-old Aberfeldy Single Malt. The pencil sharpener has been tried out already. You can now play darts with all the pencils in this house! And because we also wanted to try the tin opener, Guinness is enjoying some extra tuna, her favourite.
The postman also brought the most beautiful 'wee gift' from Rosemary. I need to do something to it before I can share a picture.
The most wonderful little surprise was one that I wish somebody could have recorded. Chris and Kerri had practiced with Eva (2 years old on the 21st) and they sang 'Happy Birthday' to me. Chris and Kerri sang all the words except when it came to '....to you...' Those words were beautifully provided by Eva. It was simply brilliant.
And for all those of you who have families where relationships are somewhat strained: My family is tiny because I'm and only child, my father was an only child, and my mother only had one younger brother. Unfortunately something went very wrong in the relationship between brother and sister (very, very long story), and they last spoke or had any communication with eachother when I was about three years old. My uncle is now in his 80s. I have always had a very close relationship with his only child. My cousin is six years younger than me and fully understands why there has been total silence between our parents. Well, this morning I got a birthday card from my uncle and he also enclosed some pictures from a recent family meeting. After giving it some thought I decided let the past rest (as oong as he doesn't bring it up), so I phoned him, thanked him for the card and photos and had a little chat with him about what's going on in my life. Life is too short to always stay on the moral high ground, so to speak.
Ritzy, that gorgeous smiling young lad is what I call 'adoption material'!
Great seascape, Pam! I guess you'll have to grow wings if you want Peter to take perfect pictures of you.
I now better get some sleep so that I'm in top shape for Mothers' Day. We'll all go out together for lunch at a local restaurant. Details and pictures tomorrow.