Last week I had another birthday, 83 now. Some days I feel it but other days I don't feel that old. My birthday fell on Tuesday and we went to lunch with friends. On the weekend Sonya and family came and Bernie cooked lunch for us, he is an amazing cook. The Melbourne family were coming for the weekend but they succumbed to the winter colds that are going around, especially in cold Melbourne, so they stayed home so as not to spread the germs.
I woke to a foggy morning but the balloon fairies had tied balloons to our front gate.(A village tradition)
Bernie cooked my favourite Salmon, Broccoli and Pasta.
We went for a walk around the lagoon in Underwood Park.
Bill is doing well walking without a stick or walker. He has fallen in love with his Swiss Jacket this winter. We bought it in Zermatt some years ago but he hardly ever wore it until this winter.
My neighbour's Poinsettia is looking nice. It is often regarded as a Christmas plant but it is a winter plant and that is June, July and August for us.
My neighbour, Louise gave me flowers.
A birthday hug and selfie.
