My birthday

Oh dear, I did wake up in a terrible grumpy upset this morning. I didn't want a broken leg and I didn't want it to be my birthday. I love my birthday very much and I didn't want to spend the day planning trips to the toilet for minimum effort. In short I was acting as if it was my 10th birthday instead of my 44th (or actually my 5th as my mum pointed out later.)

Anyway, after a goodly cry and sulk, I got over myself and had just a lovely day. I have had visitors and phone calls all day, and presents, cards, two homemade cakes and everything. Everyone has been so thoughtful and nice, I have just the nicest friends and family.

And Benelia bought me these roses last Friday - haven't they opened beautifully.