How lucky am I? I've had the most wonderful birthday. Not just a day, but a whole weekend! Beginning Friday evening, a surprise meal with our Wise Boys, Saturday chez Helga et Bernard, Sunday glorious gambas at our favourite restaurant on the coast with Lizzie & Ali, and today, another delicious lunch with lovely pals, collecting great loot along the way and sweet surprises.
This morning Henny told me I had to hunt for my present and pointed me towards the garage. She bought me this beautiful old stone window, which is no small endeavour when you only have one working arm. Here I'm wearing my Birthday Girl rosette, having just fought off an attack from you-know-who, possibly a bit miffed at not being the centre of attention.
I was born in 1955 and today I am 55. A few months ago, I woke up with a start, 'On 6 December I shall be officially closer to 60 than 50. Yikes!' Thank you, dear friends, for making this fairly painless. Your company, your kindnesses, your gifts, cards, texts, emails, messages, long distance phone calls, and above all your friendship and love. I am indeed one lucky broad!
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