Jamie and Nera arrived back last night; they're only staying for a week and it's so they can be at my birthday party on Sunday. They're picking us up in an hour to take us out for lunch, then it's off to JB HiFi so that Robyn can buy a new 'phone.
A birthday is a bit of a non-event: on Thursday, I was 79 and today I am 80. What's changed? I'm just as forgetful, just as clumsy, just as cantankerous. Still, I'm delighted to have reached this milestone. When I tell my doctors that my father only lived to 68, my grandfathers died at 51 and 54, my great grandfather Christie at 61, they look alarmed. But Mum lived to 92 so that's a good sign.
I have a couple of chores to do before the horde arrives tomorrow, including mowing the lawn but I can safely leave that until this afternoon.
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