Three score years and ten

70 years ago, in a South Devonshire village, a retired midwife ploughed her way on foot through deep snow to assist at Mr PP's birth. (The roads were impassable, preventing the intended presence of a doctor.) Today, we celebrated the big birthday with older members of the family. Bro-in-law W, kitted out in full chef's outfit - white buttoned jacket, black-and-white checked trousers, and white chef's hat - served up an all-day-full-English-style breakfast-brunch. Each of us had our personalised selection of contents on our plate - Mr PP's included fried bread and black pudding. Mine didn't! ;-) Ollie and Poppy hung around in the hope of leftovers. It was delightful, and complete with fizz to drink. 

The celebrations will resume next weekend with younger members of the family, so it will be a fun, prolonged birthday week. Even as I sit here looking at an inflated '70' balloon, I still can't quite internalise how we reached this stage of our lives so quickly. Ah, well. Make the most of every minute, innit!

Thank you, blipmates, for looking in today, and for all the kind comments over the past few days. Much appreciated.