Still pretty weary - I have come to the conclusion that birthdays are not meant for people my age - all the getting up and down to answer the door bell, the postman, the parcel deliveries, the neighbours - all too much. Today I am very, very tired.
This morning was Book Group here. I had a lovely surprise when I wheeled in the coffee and birthday cake to find that M, a member of the group, had baked some cakes, stuck a candle in and lit one and pushed in a trolley while everyone sang Happy Birthday. It was very touching. I have been close to tears many times over the week end. How ever much longer one has to live when one reaches 89 it is certainly less time than one has lived already and certainly less activity!!
I haven't done much since - too tired. It is now well and truly dark - time to draw the blinds and make a sandwich for my tea. See you tomorrow.
Had lovely Pizzas delivered last evening - they were delicious and rounded off the week end nicely - a present (along with a book) from my son and his wife - hopefully I will be back to normal tomorrow.