Now I'm 65

It was my birthday last Friday I was 65.  No please don't make a fuss, it was quite an important milestone and ideally I wouldn't have chosen to spend it without Mr FF but there you go.  

It didn't start too well when Google acknowledged the event before my husband .

Pam had kindly offered to take me out to lunch at Dawyck botanic garden not too far away.  Beautiful policies, as we call the grounds in Scotland. There must be some micro climate that has kept so many leaves on the trees, the colours were spectacular.  We had a good walk round in the sunshine before lunch in the visitors centre and a scenic drive home, all very enjoyable.

There were several birthday emails waiting from Mr FF with impressive photographs of the completed work, I love the new steps and I'm glad he didn't go for the marble surface he first considered.   I was a bit concerned as he seemed to have taken my terracotta sun from the chimney and embedded it into the stucco on the wall behind my plant shelf.  Some questioning and a close up photo confirmed that it is actually a new sun he purchased for my birthday, relax.

Then I received a flower delivery, an extravagant bunch of roses and lilies from the man.  

Not a bad birthday at all.