My Mum turned seventy yesterday, which she may not thank me for revealing, but which I will in deference to the fact she really doesn't look it. Particularly not when holding a cigar. Which she also may not thank me for revealing. 

Lets talk about the pretty cake I made, shall we? Orange and poppyseed. With roses from my neighbour. 

My sister Suze (Naomi being back home in Hong Kong) and I made an afternoon tea for about forty. It was a hoot. And Mum's cup of tea. So to speak.

Sister Suze.

Brother Tim with lovely wife Betsy and the divine Stirling, uncharacteristically not grinning.

Happy birthday, Mum. We adore you. We celebrate being with you. 

No, it's not too early for a cigar.

xxx