Birthday Girl

Oh dear. I am already in trouble. Calling my wife a girl may get me reported for micro aggression!
I am never going to be woke. Thank goodness for that. I shall resist the cultural secret police.

Seriously it is Mrs. K’s birthday today. I will not reveal her age. Let us just say she is five years younger than me.

She has taken a leaf out of my book and decided to walk from our front door to the top of Arnside Knott on her birthday morning. I was invited along as official photographer. Here she is on the way back down.

Amusing this morning. When she looked for the time on her Garmin health data wrist band it showed a cake with candles. How do they know that.

Feet up for the rest of the day. Cake later on of course.