46 Am I

Birthday morning gathering on my bed, Dave had somehow managed to wrestle two teenagers to get up early and get me tea and toast in bed on a mid week work and school day morning, despite the house being in turmoil while Tess's room is out of action getting decorated. First time I've not been first up on my birthday in years. I loved my tea and toast and presents. One very grateful, mother tea supper was I.

Work wise it was a two hour morning meeting in Aberdeen on substance misuse and a two hour afternoon meeting on mental health in Inverurie. Not very cheery on paper I'll grant you, for a birthday experience that is, but as they were both about the new money being made available across Scotland to help on both accounts, and being issues close to my heart and history, they were meetings with a big dollop of hope involved too.

A wee meal out for the 4 of us at night and I would say that was a very tidy 46th birthday indeed. (Argggghhhh...46.....ancient...but a whole year younger than Dave...mwhahahah)