Seventeen years ago today I gave birth to my youngest child, David. So I'm a bit sad that I am separated from him by many miles on his birthday. It's all in a good cause - he is in the Lake District doing his Gold Duke of Edinburgh qualifying expedition. I have tried to phone him quite a few times today but I think he must be mainly out of phone reception, and he has tried to phone me once but I missed it. However I have texted him to wish him a happy birthday and we will have a proper celebration next week. I also let him know that I secretly slipped a birthday card and some money into his rucksack in case he gets a chance to buy something.
Meanwhile we had a splendid Italian dinner tonight followed by drinks in our favourite bar. We then decided to go and see our photos from before the formal dinner; the photos were all on display in the art gallery. However our photos were nowhere to be seen which we found very funny, because there were lots of pretty atrocious photos on display and we thought that ours must have been even worse if they hadn't been printed! By the time we asked the photographer about it we were helpless with laughter which was made even worse when she called up the photos on the screen and we saw my fixed grin as I tried to stand in a flattering position for the photo! Tonight we will be sailing past some Greek islands as we head towards Crete. It was supposed to be Athens tomorrow but they are having a general strike so we will be going there on Friday instead.
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