It was lovely, it was lovely, it was lovely.
It may well have been the best birthday ever.
And it was sunny all day and I didn't completely lose my voice overnight and I received many many lovely thoughtful gifts and felt very much loved.
And my baby said "'appy burrday mumma."
And my nephews made me cards.
And the digital camera that was doing the rounds at the restaurant taking ridiculous pictures of everyone turned out, the following morning, to be my digital camera, being my present from Tricky and C.
And Naughty Nephew the 2nd, spent at least two hours (which is a very long time when you are a busy 8) yesterday working out how to play Happy Birthday on his trumpet.
And when the cake was brought out after a lovely family dinner, he played it beautifully.
And of course it made me cry.