Birthday lilies

P's enormous bouquet of pink and white lilies have now opened out and their scent is wafting through my flat. Some folk don't like the smell of lilies, I know, but I love it.  

The only thing I don't like about lilies is the way their dark rust-coloured pollen stains so badly. I once ruined a pink velvet jacket by inadvertently brushing against some lily pollen.

The Saturday silliness is the birthday card with 50 on it. I wish!!! It came from bestie Gill's younger daughter and she'd written "...plus a few more!" on the inside. I understood that the buying of appropriate cards is not considered essential shopping at the moment and applauded her ingenuity! 

Lockdown Day 47