Monday, 5 December 2016
It's been a weekend of celebration. What have we been celebrating ? My birthday on Friday, and our anniversary on Saturday...65 and 45. How on earth did that happen ? Where did those years go ? Do I feel 65 ? What does 65 feel like ? And married for 45 years ? Oy ! There were times I could have strangled him. But I wouldn't change him. He's been my rock, my anchor, my refuge and my friend. No...I wouldn't change a thing.
Saturday brought visitors for my birthday...pots of tea, and cake...much laughter and reminiscing. A fun day. Yesterday, Sunday, we went out for lunch with my eldest child, my daughter, and her husband...and mother was with us of course. We didn't travel far...just to the pub round the corner. I can walk the distance in about 4 minutes. But Mother can't. So we took the car. The table next to ours was 16 strong, a booked Christmas celebration, complete with champagne, prawn cocktails, and poppers. You know ? Those things that you pull the string and they go off with a loud bang, and shoot little bits of paper into the air ? One went off and the paper landed in Mother's dinner. We had a good laugh at that, and it kept Mother occupied for 5 minutes, picking the bits of paper from her gravy.
Last night we watched Strictly, and the Judge went out. Who next ? It's been a good season, and we've enjoyed it.
Time to get my day started. I've had 3 cups of tea already. I'm off to help Mum get herself ready for the day.