A year older and a year wiser, hey?
The day started at 5:00 when I went down to check the ducks. There were two holes in the fence.
They weren't holes ripped in the fence but rather two places where the blue clips (that they call packers here) had been bumped off the poles and the green netting had sagged.
This is bad news as when I said goodnight to the ducks the evening before the fence had been intact.
And nocturnal visitors to the duck house tend not to be of the amorous kind.
I couldn't see anything amiss though. No feathers or stray duck heads or anything gruesome like that.
Just those two holes in the fence...
After walking around the paddy twice and walking through it to find the packers in the mud and replacing them i decided there was nothing else I could do and went home.
And back to bed.
Hey, it was only 6am and it's my birthday!
It lasted all of 10 minutes.
Meg borrowed a new book from the library.
It's called 'Looking after your dog.'
No, that's right, we don't have a dog...
But Meg would love us to have one.
And so at a little after 6:00 she came in to tell me that dogs shouldn't eat chocolate, coffee, onions or leeks.
Great, I'll keep that in mind.
When prompted to wish mummy a happy birthday she informed me
"Oh, sorry. I didn't do anything for your birthday as I was really busy yesterday."
Oh well. To be fair I'm fighting a losing battle trying to get the birthday thing going around here as K's family don't really celebrate birthdays so trying to get him to help the girls foster some celebratory zeal when my birthday is the first on the calendar is hard work.
Oh well, just have to do it myself then, huh?
And so it was that I organised langosteen spinach and garlic saute, prossciutto salad and lemon tart for dessert.
Who needs birthday cake when you have lemon tart!
Very bad picture but this is the only birthday shot this year.
Yummy tart but we need to work on the other elements that make up a birthday, hey?