Birthday Girl

I rang Mum a little while ago to wish her a happy birthday. She sounded in good form - feisty as ever. It's difficult to accept she's approaching her nineties, though not quite there yet. She got her card from us today, so our timing was good. Tomorrow Maureen & John will be taking her for lunch, or dinner, she's not sure which. I wish we could be with them but this is one of the penalties of a life somewhere else.

On a darker note, Kurt Vonnegut died today. So it goes. At one time I thought Slaughterhouse 5 was one of the greatest novels ever written - and I still do. But I have a greater soft spot for Cat's Cradle. That was the beginning, and they say you never quite get over the first time. Suddenly I want to read them all again.