No, nothing’s happening, but I like Thursdays. Nothing to do. I’ve done my housework at the beginning of the week, Camera Club, Birding and Creative Writing are on other days, this Tuesday past was WI, so today is FREE. Going to potter this morning, then get stuck in to my TMA this afternoon. John is going to try to keep Thursdays free  now the good weather might be (!) coming, so we can go out somewhere.

John’s had cellulitis - he went to bed last Thursday and noticed his leg all red, shiny abnd puffy. The next morning on the phone the doctor mentioned hospitalisation, but John wouldn’t hear of it. He’s had cellulitis before, at the time he did his tandem parachute jump. But it did stop him going to Alexander’s first birthday  party, which was a shame.

We had a great time there, although Alexander was really under the weather and listless. Met up with my brothers and their wives, a nephew and niece, lots of Fiona’s relatives plus friends of both Martin and Fiona. I only stayed overnight as John was unwell. Actually, he felt fine in himself, but you know what I mean. Coming home on Sunday morning I parked to ring John and a tyre really hit the kerb. A few miles on, just before the M40, I got a flat. Rang the RAC, and then rang Martin who came out in a flash and changed the tyre, so I cancelled said RAC. I did change a tyre by myself, once in my life. It was just approaching the gyratory system in North London. Couldn’t have been a busier place.But this was 1967, and I was young and healthy. On Sunday I opened the boot to get out the spare, and then said to myself, ‘Nah!’

I didn’t take many photos at the birthday party as I was chatting too much, and Alexander wasn’t at his best. Here are a few.

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I have more photos to upload, birds and flowers, but I’m just procrastinating, and need to get dressed. See y’all.