My (proper) birthday

January's not the best time of year for a birthday, especially in the first 2 weeks, mainly because people are just getting back into work and want some 'down time' after the partying over the Christmas/New Year holiday. Also, in Scotland, a lot of good places to go out to eat are closed at this time of year, so for someone like me, who loves to go out for dinner, it can be a bit of a damp squib. And, worst of all, it's usually the post holiday bug season.

This year I seem to have had some kind of viral thing that's been on the go for week or so and I'm heartily sick of it. It's of the headachy, feeling a bit sick, no energy variety... just what I needed for my 61st birthday... but in spite of this I managed to make it into Edinburgh for a massage, which was great and then, apart from an interlude with a man coming to check the roof as we've had a leak and finding tiles need replacing (oh dear!), I relaxed for the afternoon until Mountain Man arrived. No. 1 Son came for a while, bringing with him some fizz and flowers and then it was out to dinner at a Tapas bar down the road. Very yum it was too. And finally back to the house to get to bed early-ish.

I had some great gifts e.g. a hand-knitted scarf from No. 2 Son (no, he didn't knit it, but his friend's Mum did), a pamper day from Mountain Man and No. 1 Son's delights, and lots of lovely cards and phone calls. A very happy birthday.

Now all I need is to feel a bit better...