In January, 2016, it was my 70th birthday!
Hard to believe isn’t it? My darling husband gave a surprise 70th birthday party (because when you turn 70 years old that is a milestone), that wasn’t a surprise because he couldn’t keep lying to me.
The girlfriends from here and in town — even one husband who is also a friend — were all here and we had a lovely afternoon.
The girls referred to on the cake are Daisy and Poppy, not my daughters!
Bob lights the candle. Only one, so we didn’t burn the house down.
Cutting the cake.