Happy Birthday by Tottering

My mum sent this card to Himself and comes from an amazing collection called, appropriately, Tottering. Give the reclining figure a beard and substitute the labrador for a scruffy Jack and you have a true indication of The Sick Bed.

Many thanks for all your good wishes. He is improving, albeit very slowly which is good news. I'm shattered but nothing that a bit of rest won't cure.

But it's a big day for Himself - a Big One. Rather too big for us to mention in fact.

He has managed to haul himself out of The Sick Bed and, weather permitting, we will go and have a drive somewhere in the sunshine – or that's the plan. Then a quiet night in with a DVD.

Reading this makes me laugh. His other 14 birthdays since I've known him have all been somewhat energetically enjoyed in the pub and then with more liquid refreshment at home. Every year he says he doesn't want to do anything, and every year I secretly phone a few friends and we agree to meet in the pub – just for an hour or so. And every year he thoroughly enjoys himself.

This year will be a more sober affair, as we're postponing celebrations until he feels better. But as a friend said in an email today, he has turned very chic. My husband has been called many things in his life but chic is not one of them. It came about like this.

He has decided, since the GP said that he could drink alcohol if he wanted, to try vermouth. (The antibiotics seem to have done something to his taste buds so he no longer enjoys wine, beer or coffee.) So for the last few nights, as his health improves, he's been sitting up in bed, with a glass of vermouth to hand.

So picture us on the eve of his birthday, settled on The Sick Bed. Himself and I lying in (or on my case on) the bed, Mollie sprawled luxuriously over the duvet, watching telly with a glass of vermouth to hand.

I should add that Himself has the glass of vermouth, not Mollie.

Cheers!

Birthday Boy and Lusting...

Yesterday was Himself's birthday, and as he'd already had his main present (a pair of shoes), we started off celebrating on Saturday meeting a mutual friend for a drink. He'd had loads of cards – nearly all from women I would add – and friends of mine (I can tell by the writing on the envelopes).

“Of course,” said Deb. “It just shows how highly you're regarded.”

He went a bit pink after that and got up to get himself a brandy.

So yesterday was Fun Day. We got to Truro early afternoon, went to Tesco to get him a present - and ended up with some badly needed thermal socks – and then – the Fun Bit..... Quantum of Solace.

I happen to think Daniel Craig is one of the sexiest men around. I quite appreciate many do not, but he Does It for me. So I sat and prepared myself for 2 hours of drooling.

The only criticism, from Himself, is that while there is a huge amount of action (for which read violence) there weren't a lot of laughs with those old one-liners. Apparently they'd tried and it just didn't work. Mind you, as I pointed out, this is a man with a mission – and it's Revenge for the woman he loved, who died. So you're not going to get a lot of laughs.

The action was non stop (which meant I had to hide for quite a bit) but the rest of it was – well, sigh.... Lovely.

Afterwards we met up with some friends who bought Himself a birthday drink in the pub up the road and Andrea and I sat wondering if we were doing to dream about Daniel C that night.

Sadly, neither of us did.