'Do not regret growing older, it is a privilege denied to many'
I don't remember who wrote this, but it's a phrase I whole-heartedly agree with as I turn another year older.
We celebrated by going out for lunch to Pizza Express, where the wee man was kept entertained with some colouring in.
When we walked out of the Pizza restaurant, what did we find next door, but oh joy of joys, a French Patisserie!
We just had to go in, it was my birthday after all.
And the perfect excuse to have a slice of double chocolate gateaux large enough to feed a small nation. I don't think this photo does justice to the full scale of the cake - it was HUGE!
Later on in the afternoon the boys banished me from the kitchen so that they could make a birthday cake. Calum (9) had remembered the recipe since I taught him how to make a sponge cake in the summer. James (12) took charge of colouring the sugarpaste and other decorative touches. David (6) helped them both.
When everything was ready, they set up a birthday tea for me.
The cake was so pretty!
Calum had coloured the inside pink and purple.
'Co-la-breith sona mamaidh!' I'm sure you can work out that one!