H, eldest, turned 22 today. Quite frightening really! Then comes my wife's birthday, youngest's', my MIL, and all in the space of a fortnight.
This morning cooked breakfast for eldest. Tonight we walk down the road to eat Spanish. H's choice.
In moving found new photos of H. More precisely, old photos I hadn't seen for a while. Took me back to the very early days when I was her dear Da. Things change, but links go on.
Youngest and I are in competition as to who will be published first! I one-upped her by threatening to publish a monograph. Her response tonight was a possible short story! I think that it helps both of us, although I begin to fear that I may lose.
People are arriving. They are coming here first. Time to go.