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Happy Birthday Nant! 81 Years Young Today!

Four months ago, almost to the week, I blipped Nunk. Nunk was going into hospital for a wee surgery on his leg, and the response to his photo, with the thick black marked arrow on his leg was fantastic. It gave Nant and Nunk both a great lift, to know that people all over the world were seeing what was going on and sending good wishes.

The worst thing happened, and over the course of 3 weeks, Nunk deteriorated and I was able to express the rollercoaster of emotions that we were enduring.

We lost Nunk on the 31st March, and life since then has been a little less, but we have to get on don't we?

Still, Nant careers on, and it is with great joy we celebrate her 81st Birthday today. She and Nunk had a great 59 years together, it's just sad they didn't make another 9 months and get their Card from the Queen.

Today, my mum, her wee sister was taking her out for the afternoon - they were heading up the coast somewhere, and Gran was going to treat Nant to a high tea. We all popped round - me, the Toolie, my Beloved and Boy, so wish her a happy birthday, and spend the necessary 5 minutes slandering my Mum!

I stood watching them on the doorstep and shook my head at them. 70 and 81 - you wouldn't think it to look at either of them would you?

And do you know - Both of them are as wild as each other, but neither would let the other one think that of themselves!

I hope in 30, and 40 years time, I can stand on a doorstep somewhere, and have someone look at me and laugh knowing the naughti-ness that goes on (in my head and outside it)!