birthday

My friends are my estate – Emily Dickinson. 1830-1886

Today is my 66th birthday. Tomorrow some friends are putting on a party for me at their home, above is the invitation. Their house always reminds me of something from the Munsters.

It will be a combined Guy Fawkes party so soon I am going out to buy some fireworks.

My first birthday greeting arrived via text last night at 12.04 am. That was being onto it I thought. Every year I resolve to become better at remembering people’s birthdays, it’s a simple act of kindness that can carry such weight.