63 and counting

What a wonderful day I had yesterday. I never get too excited about my birthday, it's just another day, rather like 1 January, life goes on etc. and I have yet to reach an age that scares me. But, yesterday was especially good. Mr S bought me The Why French Women Don't Get Fat Cookbook and at a sneak peak I've already seen three dishes I want to try.
In the morning we went to the Grandparents' Concert at Edgemead Primary School. What a blast, I love those shows, all the children participate, even if only to wave their arms. The school choir were excellent, Olivia looked lovely with her long plaits. The Marimba Band (Olivia again) so good and their version of Wakka Wakka (?) was excellent. Jeremy was of course outstanding in his first stage role, sitting cross legged and waving a UV painted fish, but who knows, perhaps that's how Russel Crow got his big break.
Work in the afternoon, punctuated by many 'phone calls wishing me happy happy, a really disjointed conversation with my sister in Oz. Jane pointed out that now they have a 'ranga (redhead) prime minister it means that in Australia redheads are the Alpha females. I knew that all along.
The family came to dinner, a chicken dish with rice and corn cobs, something requiring minimal dishwashing, followed by chocolate cake (made by Rowland's mom) and strawberries. It was nice.
After the crowd had left and the cleaning was finished I sat down to watch my DVD of Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. It was very good but I think I expected a little more. To me it was more of a technology showpiece but, perhaps I was just tired after my day. After all, I'm 63 now.
Today is Baz Lurhman's birthday, only 43 I think and one of my favourite movie guys. I shall listen to "Something for Everybody" in the car on my way home, it's a compilation CD which should appeal to everyone.
So there we are, another year under my belt, next week I go for the annual check up, I'm sure I'll pass and then on to the next round of birthdays, Jessica 16 and the love of my life, 67.
Life's good.
P.S. Sunday is International Talk Like a Pirate day and also my brother Martin's birthday. The little whippersnapper will only be 53.