… or as my Dad would say “it’s better than the alternative.”
It’s my birthday! I’m sitting back in bed with a cuppa having polished off a hot cross bun for brekkie. I’ve had a lovely dovely morning – lots of handmade cards, lots of flowers and foliage picked from the garden, lots of pictures coloured in, lots of kisses and hugs and “I love you”s. Big time heart swelling stuff.
I am privileged in so many many ways.