On Wednesday afternoons I go to an Exercise Class. Most, but not all, of the members are sixty or over. There is one man who is wheel-chair bound but very lively and the rest of us - average age about seventy -are in various stages of decrepitude.
Today, our oldest member, Win, had a surprise in store for her. Next Monday she is ninety five. I would say that she is by far the fittest of us all. On Monday evening she goes to friend W's Circle Dancing group and dances every dance.
Our exercise tutor had arranged a little party after the class, setting up stickers, balloons and a cake in the adjoining room to our class. We engineered that Win would be the last to enter the room and we all sang 'Happy Birthday' - she was quite overcome. It was a lovely occasion for this wonderful lady who not long ago flew to Florida for a fortnight's holiday.
John (Going Gently) asked a day or two ago when was the last time we cried. Well John, I have to admit that I cried a little when we sang Happy Birthday. Congratulations to a really lovely lady. Here she is looking at her cake: