A Lockdown Birthday Photo Journal
Today marks the same number of times the earth has rotated on it’s axis as it had rotated, when I was expelled from a birth canal, measured from an arbitrary point in the earths orbit around the sun 35 orbits past.
To celebrate the achievement of maintaining my existence, as is the custom, I have been receiving gifts and selfishly partaking in things that I enjoy with less regard, than is usually considered acceptable, for the wishes of others.
The weather, as seems to be tradition, was excellent. At 11am I popped to the shop for some ham and pease pudding, a stottie, and a pork pie. I was intercepted by 6 of the neighbours who were sat in the street, having just put up some bunting for VE Day. They broke into a rendition of Happy Birthday, which was agonising. Mrs Basil had betrayed me. Revenge will be swift and unmerciful.
My mother, who seems keenest of all to celebrate the anniversary of her evacuation, sent me a Hario V60 coffee dripper and 2 bags of Hasbean coffee.
Mrs Basil has treated me to some lovely beer and baked a cake.
My sister and brother-in-law paid a visit to our garden with the niblings to have some cake (no photo because it’s gone), while Mrs Basil and I socialised with them at a distance from our kitchen balcony. They also brought some very fancy beer. A sharing bottle (funny joke) of Wylam English Quad.
The Company was good.
The coffee was good.
The beer was good.
And Ada has flowered.
I will be ordering a delivery of some Indian food for this evening. Everything is coming up roses apple tree flowers.