The best birthday..... ever.....

First of all thank you to Phil for his good wishes. It's pretty good when folks you don't know wish you well!(Well Phil is a friend of Paul, so not completely unknown, but, still, we have never met, let alone been formally introduced.)

When you have no expectations, and you look after your own needs, -emotional and cake wise-, the birthday is bound to exceed your expectations and the cake is bound to be one you like.

I am now 56 and will have to adjust the heading of the blog when I feel up to it - investigating how it is done I mean, not worrying about owning up to an extra year in this lifetime. For this birthday, I had no plans, other than to make myself a cake and watch the France-England match with Paul.

Now by a strange coincidence, I, like David
(blog title perfectly beastly- I must learn to do "links"),
am abstaining from sugar, as for health reasons I am currently following a "detox eating plan", and so had to find a cake with no sugar + no wheat: bake it yourself Jocelyne, with honey and potato and rice flour....I can't remember what I was trying to say...Concentrate, woman!
see Graham's blog "you should have one" - must learn to link- apologies for resistance to new learning).

Well, everyone and his friend wished me a happy birthday (bar one absent-minded pal)...One ex husband who phoned from Malawi and sent an e-card, sister-who wasn't speaking to me at the time (!? * much scratching of my head in a I don't understand people fashion), father very grumpy but loving, and so on and so on.... Then Ken visited, Tony brought me a CD, and Paul kept me the best company for the evening. The sun shone throughout, the day's menus were great, Francoise's little grandson made me a fabulous card with bits of torn pictures -he's only 4, so that's promising- I got roses, roses, roses, roses and more roses, plus some other flowers, and then...... Allons Zenfants de la Patri-i-e, there was ze match, the footie.

I did not know before hand which team I would support, but as soon as England scored, I knew I was supporting FRANCE, and then Zizou gave me a last birthday present for the day: two lovely French goals in extra time.

The moral of the story is clear. Can you draw it yourself please, as I keep coming up with cliches* which even I can't bring myself to write down.

Anyway, it's all good.

By the way, I don't rejoice about France's victory in public places, in case some fan decides to sock me one, so don't you worry about my safety...

I had several stories in mind for this blog, but I have overrun my time on the computer (the back, you know, still hurting a bit....) so, to-morrow will do.

Keep well! Love.

*the lack of accent hurts my eyes...