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Thursday, April 9, 2009

Today the Fruitcake is twenty-three Celcius.


Tis my mother's birthday today.

I rang her to wish her happy birthday and asked her how old she is. I am always interested in her answer as previous ones have included, 'It's my birthday, not a maths test,' and when I have informed her of her age she has responded with comments such as, 'Really? That does sound like an awful lot of numbers. Are you sure?' Or, 'Isn't that fascinating?'

This is not because she is addled of mind (although I can already hear her disputing that) but she just does not care for numbers.

Anyway, this morning's answer was, 'Oh, I don't know - older than I was yesterday? I can ask your father, he knows.'

I gave her a crystal perfume holder thingy and a little travel notebook as next month she is off to China to look at rhododendrons. As you do. Having said that, when you consider that last time she left the country it was for Timbuktu and Casablanca and that she's already booked herself on a tour to Uzbekistan next year, China is reasonably tame in the scheme of things.

Anyway, happy birthday Fruity, I hope you have a day as glorious as you are. xxx