Everlasting Birthday

I awoke today in Sai Kung, to sunlight and a view of mountains, boats, trees and sea.  And a whole king sized bed, to myself.  No roomies.  No wondering if it was too early to jump out of bed, no getting dressed in bed before emerging into darkness.  What a great start to my day.  And then I cooked on a hob for the first time in a month and made scrambled eggs on toast.  Such luxury and the perfect start a day that could only get better.  A rendez vous at HK airport at 2.30pm to greet Martin from the UK.

Martin (aka Mr P and Wookiee) started his day, his birthday on the 11th December, in Stratford upon Avon, with Tom and Lisa and little Phoebe, but once he boarded the plane to Hong Kong he immediately lost 8 hours of his special day.   So we made up for it here in Hong Kong, and opened all our Christmas cards together, and he his birthday cards and presents.  There were some fabulous cards, But the very best card has to be this one of grand daughter Phoebe.

I may not have found my Mother, who would be 98, but it delights and beguiles me that she lives on a little in darling Phoebe.