...and finally Sunday - another lucky in between
the rain in the garden day! With family and
old friends and small people, great to all be together.
The cats left home while we ate cake, drank tea
and wine, wore moustaches (thanks C & A)
and made animal balloons (thanks F & N)
I loved my face on a delicious cake (B & L -
I'll try not to kill the sunflower)
My poem, Mum (very special)
And the reminder of my hairstyles
over the years (M & H - I'm not the only one
on a hair journey it seems).
Special thanks to you Mr T for being master of
ceremonies for wonderful days on end.
3 comments:
Happy Birthday to you...
I don't know what age I imagined you were but 40, NO! Your parents must have got confused and put the wrong date on your birth certificate with that moustach those legs (previous post) you can't possibly be any older than 25...
you're toooo kind! The moustache IS a very accurate indicator of age!
Oohhh! Happy Birthday!!!
Looks like you had a wonderful time, & really very special to have a poem written for you by your mum :)))
And yes - 40 .....no way!!
Xx
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