Happy Birthday to Jenn

Here it is, inevitable, and yet always a surprise, its Jenns birthday. She's been knocking around now for 42 years. The cracks are starting to show!

The boys started her day with a slab of delicious sponge cake sandwiched with whipped cream and boysenberry jam. Only a few symbolic candles on this one, not had the full count since she turned 30 odd when the number of candles created so much heat that it threatened to turn into a charcoal topped firestorm and the candles all melted in the intense heat. Best present ever, the entire complete box set of Northern Exposure, all six seasons, in one box. Can a girl ask for anything more? Well yes as it turns out. But in case you aren't up to speed with it its a classic series from back in the 90's. The Davidsons next door bought her a fab metal gecko to go on the wall of the house that she is going to build. It will look splendid.

And thanks also to the Romsey contingent, she is going to spend it on spinning lessons (the kind with wool, not the mental gym lesson kind).

She followed up by dying her hair, the grey was now too evident. Did she get her mojo back?

In the evening The Monahans and the Davidsons next door went out to Sunday dinner at Lake Hood restaurant. It was a bit posh, not what was expected, but hey ho nobody shook when the credit cards were handed over. Tasty (eye candy waiter, Jenn asked for one for her birthday next year but Sean said no) and the puds all went down well. Huge slabs of chocolate brownies all round. The menu promised lashings of chocolate sauce, but what arrived was more of a drizzle. Boo hoo.

Sad to have the empty chair, but Dad had something better to do. And the other empty chair will sadly always be empty (Jenns Mum was greatly missed, she would have taken great pleasure at seeing us all together).

Jenn missed her friends from home enormously and raises a glass to you all absent friends XXX