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.
Happy birthday, Mum. We adore you. We celebrate being with you.
No, it's not too early for a cigar.