Celebrating my birthday...

I've had a nice weekend - I wasn't really looking forward to my birthday being on a Saturday, but if anything, it was better because I still felt quite "birthdayish" today as well. The card count so far is 29 - which is quite impressive for me. I didn't used to get that many - and it is possible I might get another one tomorrow - unless my brother is ignoring me this year!!

I read in the paper (and there was a notice in the local garden centre as well) that this week is National Rabbit Week. I do hope Bosie doesn't feel neglected. He does get a lot of human contact and he has got a Guinea pig friend, and he has a lovely clean (big) hutch, and he gets fresh food every day. He came for a run round this morning and I took this photo of him. I think if there was ever a "cute photo" contest - this would have to be my entry!!



I've just put my swan photo up in the lounge. I think it looks OK - it is strange to think I took that photo a week ago - and there it is hanging on the wall. It doesn't look as blue as it does on screen. I've also framed a somewhat inbred looking family photo. The husband and wife in the photo do look related to each other. All very worrying - glad it isn't MY family. I need to find out more about the people in the photo - names would be a good start.

One of my birthday presents was some vouchers to get my hair cut at a decent hairdressers in town, so hopefully in the next couple of weeks I can find the time to get my hair sorted out. Trouble is, I've seen a hairstyle I like very much, but the person the hair belongs to is a right slapper in Eastenders (Kevin's ex-wife, Shirley mother of Deano and Carly) - she wears ridiculously tarty clothes for her age, and even though there is a photo in the TV mag this week, I don't think I can take it in and say "This is what I want to look like!" I need to find a nice person with similar hair if possible.

Also I am a bit loathe to carry that photo around with me - firstly because it will look a bit dodgy if I have an accident and someone has to go through my belongings! (You can imagine the nurses, can't you, "And she had this picture of that tarty woman from Eastenders"). Secondly because my mum went through a phase of finding the ideal hair style photo, cutting it out and keeping it in her bag to show the hairdresser. Nothing wrong with that is there, except all these people that she kept a photo of for this purpose suffered a hideous premature death, or dreadful tragedy. What if I have inherited that power? (Quite tempting to carry a photo of Bill Oddie just in case.)

Went out for lunch today, one of those all you can eat for just over a fiver. One of the choices was either baby squid or possibly octopus - I am not sure which. I did take one, and sat it on my plate - but when it came to it, I couldn't eat it. One of the problems with it was it was whole, and it had developed a personality by the time I'd sat down. It also looked like a plastic toy, and I felt terribly sorry for it - poor little thing. I think it was possibly quite rubbery as well and I decided better to leave it than risk throwing up all over the place! It was most odd. I'd be no good doing a bush tucker trial. There was a weird dish of black shells as well - possibly they were mussels. YUCK!!!


The octopus thing looked like this - although it may not have had a face.

Hopefully it will be "National Octopus Week" soon, and we will leave them in the sea where they belong!