So this year I thought that if it's good enough for Her Majesty, it's good enough for me and decided to have an "official" birthday and a party three months early - while the sun was still shining and it was still light at four o'clock in the afternoon!
So last weekend, as I turned 69¾, I had my own little birthday party in the garden. The weather was perfect - warm and sunny but not too hot. Friends loaned us a pair of gazebos to house the buffet table and the bar. Bunting was strung up, music was played and we had a thoroughly good time. After dark the deer entertained us with their calls to each other from one bit of the surrounding forest to another, the foxes joined in and, as people drifted away, I thought this had been the best party I had ever been to in my whole life.