a portrait...

... of me - for my birthday. It is uncanny.

Everyone at work was just lovely. Word spread across the building that it was my birthday and I was greeted with joy, song,cake and hugs everywhere I went.

My wonderful husband excelled: a drink in the Caley, a meal at The Honours, and a couple of games of bowling at the club afterwards. (the decision to to do the latter was made by a random at the cash machine who was listing into our deliberations. Thank you Mr Random.)

The Netherlands, as usual, are celebrating my birthday too.
Het is ook mijn verjaardag. (For some reason they think the queen's birthday and an inaugaration is a bigger deal....)