The Sunday of the Bank Holiday weekend was my birthday.
I wont say it was a big one, because it didn't have a zero at the end, but sadly when you get to my age they are all big ones, or so it seems - the numbers just keep on getting bigger. Lets just say if I was a man I'd be drawing my pension now (but as I'm not, I already am, if that makes sense). But you're only as old as you feel, so that makes me about 35.
The day was perfect,and I spent most of it pottering in the garden, in between phone calls from GO (ginger one), DO (dark one) and D-i-L, FO (fair one) and D-i-L, Mum, and my S-i-L and B-i-L, and various texts from friends.
I had lots of cards
several presents, my two favourites of which are chocs from GT (ginger two)
and some Fairy Dust from one of my bestest friends
we had my favourite tea, roast beef
and even Cassie enjoyed the relaxation whilst warming up my favourite chair for me.