Happy Birthday Alan!

17 today. Yes I know I don’t look old enough to have a 17 year old son she says with tongue firmly in cheek!

He wouldn’t pose for a birthday pic with me. That’s far too uncool. Too keen to get out to the school bus and see Mandy, the escort, whose backside he’s taken to smacking when she bends over beside him to clip his wheelchair to the floor! The things you can get away with when you have CP!

Grandpa’s popping up later to wish him Happy Birthday and Eddie is too. No big party as he’s not into that (which creates a dilemma for next year’s big birthday!) but having friends and family over on Saturday afternoon for a birthday lunch. Including his new pal Andrew.

Given my knackered knee and pain levels, we decided to get our local farm shop to cater to save any hassle. Just spoken to them and ordered a selection of cold meats, quiche and salad and some tray bakes. Almost keeled over when she said it would be £15 a head!!! Eh? Fifteen quid?!!!! Oh well, the Millionaire’s shortbread is to die for! Just texted everyone who’s coming and told them not to eat anything after tomorrow’s dinner!

Was going to do a huge pile of ironing this afternoon but David forgot to set up the ironing table for me. Oh dear, what a pity I can’t carry it myself at the mo. It’ll just have to wait.

Raining here today which means my chess board floor will be filthy by bedtime. Hmph!

Fasting day today so time for lo cal chicken noodle soup. Yawn Yum.

Song for my birthday boy :)

PS Thanks for all the stars and hearts for yesterday. I’m completely overwhelmed. xx