Best day of the week…
Yesterday was my 81st birthday. This has rapidly become my 18th, thanks to my family’s sense of humour. I like the sound of that so hopefully it will stick!
The family arrived just after lunch, filling the house with excited chatter and laughter. Add in the antics of a very cheeky one year old and we were all set for a lovely afternoon.
My great niece is a fellow bonsai lover, my fault I suspect, and had originally planned to take me outside, so she could help me to check on my sadly neglected bonsai babies.
Unfortunately, I am still not strong enough to be trusted out there. Sister’s orders. My GN did no more; she brought each one of my trees to me for inspection.
I can see some of the from my window, but some I haven’t seen since last year. This was clearly apparent when I saw them for they have grown so much, I hardly recognised them. I can organise the watering from my sick bed, but that’s about all. It was lovely to see how they have grown without my constant attention. A bit like wayward children!
The evening was planned with a film to watch along with some chocolate eclairs. This would be the first time I sat on the couch in the front room since that time I couldn’t stand up and had to crawl back to the office on my hands and knees. I thought I was a little stronger now, at least I thought I was!
Sadly, at the end of the evening, my efforts to stand up let me down again, and my departure was the same as before.
A way to go yet!
Not quite me yet, but Love and special wishes to all on this Bank Holiday Weekend! 
