Birthday Girl

It was my birthday yesterday. Kid 2 bounded into my room at 5.30am, dying to shower me with gifts and affection. I confess I asked for 15 more minutes of shut-eye. Once I'd had it, and a cup of tea, I was ready ... She had written and illustrated a story for me about an ancient Egyptian cat-god, featuring both of our cats. Bless.

It was an uneventful but pleasant day - I had my yoga class, I worked. I had lunch with my mother, then she cooked a lovely dinner at our place - chicken roasted with 40 cloves of garlic, salad, potatoes. I made a flourless chocolate almond cake for dessert, served with whipped cream. It's all about the food ...

And tomorrow it is my mother's birthday. She is still in town, so we will all go out for dinner (see, food again). I bought her a necklace of coin pearls in NYC that I've already given her - maybe she will wear them to dinner.

The Birthday Girl

Yesterday was my birthday. I know it's childish, but no matter how old I get, I can't help secretly hoping that it will be special and exciting. You can imagine how many disappointing birthdays I've had. This was another.

Phoebe, bless her, put on a special puppet show for me. Holden was too 'busy' (yes, he's 12) on the weekend to get me a present, although he did have an attack of the guilts the night before and made me a card.

I got a text message from one of my best friends at 6.45am - I saw her name on the screen and thought 'Yay, someone has remembered me!'. It was about something else. She didn't remember my birthday.

If it weren't for the birthday reminder function on Facebook, I could have gone the whole day without a single birthday greeting apart from family ... Thank god there is only one birthday a year.