This will be a short post because it’s late and it’s my birthday. I am going to go to bed soon. I have had, against the odds, a wonderful, socially distanced birthday.
My friend Michele, a celebrated novelist who had taught creative writing classes, says when you impose a restriction, eg no letter e in your writing, students become extraordinarily creative. I think it may be the same in lockdown.
MasterB is demanding biscuits. No change there. I am blurry with champagne and fizz. Much change since lockdown has been been mainly grapefruit juice and low alcohol lager.
Celia and I enjoyed a walk to the river at Nine Ems, Vauxhall. a hail shower meant had to shelter and notice things we had previously missed. To my surprise ans delight I found a pile of birthday cards when I got home.
There was a Whats App message from Nephew and family singing Happy birthday. The baby obviously had no idea what was going on but began clapping. That’s a keeper.
My friend Maria in Barcelona also sang happy Birthday to me via WhatsApp. There have been cards, gifts, messages, phone calls. I had a long and lovely chat with my friend Patou. A photograph from when I was twelve frogs friend I have known since I was five. Thank-you. I feel blessed. Pictures from my walk tonorrow.
Stay well. Keep safe.