It’s time for my yearly post about dad’s birthday. He turned 97 during the week and we celebrated with family visiting over two weekends, three blowaway sponge cakes at different times and grandchildren and great grandchildren at hand. It was a happy time and more special still as contact reduces due to the virus. He is such a good person to be around – his gentleness and humour, dry wit and sidelong glances, are precious to me. As well as being dad’s birthday, the 16th was also my friend Romi‘s grandson Etienne’s 2nd birthday. Although he was across the other side of the world (in the UK), I like to think of their joint celebrations at either end of the geographic and time scales drawing us together in a sort of way.
Here are some pictures: