Birthday Photo

Last week Petra (in Amsterdam) were discussing being in our 60s and I said that what I look like in the mirror is not what I have in my head. And she said the same that she starting to see her mother looking back at her in the mirror. Mine is more what my Mum used to say, I’m now saying.

Today was grey . Why does this affect my mood and doesn’t affect my husbands mood? I felt something g hanging over me all day. I also missed (again) not seeing my Mum on my birthday. I didn’t hear once again from my brother but that’s normal he never remembers.

Thank goodness for my ever cheery husband , gives me compliments without being asked and took me out for a lunch at Cardo. I had vegetarian lasagne and he had lamb dish. He had the pudding on the specials board and I had a spoonful.

His present to me was flights for a 5 day trip to Seville in December. Now to look for the hotel. There is a Posada quite central and the prices in December are low. It looks fab.

We walked back to the car through Greyfriars cemetery and he took a birthday picture. The light was good for pics and flattering. It’s all about angles and light !

Ben and Laura came up later and I made pancakes which were a disaster sort of. We ate them though.

Ben and I are going to Budapest for three nights on his in service days in November. It was Budapest or Milan but think more for him in Budapest, and I’ve not been there either. Not sure why but all I’m thinking about is where the next escape is lol!