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Fiona's Birthday Card
It's rare to find, along the way
compassion and concern,
mixed witth fire and brimstone
wisdom and trust
That's the colours of this gemstone
so I've come to learn
Fiona, my friend, Happy Birthday
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... into the Future
Heartfelt thanks
To Dr Duncan (for letting the cat out of the bag);
to Richard Tonkin for the card (especially the pome); and
to all of you for your kind thoughts.
Did I kick up my heels last night, Kathy? After a quick meal, spouse, daughter and I went our separate ways. I visited a friend and indulged in chocolate cake and mus-cat. (This is deeply disturbing – why are there suddenly so many felines around?)
Clearly all the best people are born on Bastille Day – my father (now 89) and I share that birth date.
The time of your life
Many happy returns Fiona and Malcolm. We only have one birthday but hopefully heaps of anniversaries.
Hey and don't they come around quicker and quicker the older and older you get. No problem though as I have learnt to drink faster and faster.
When you think about it your birthday is the beginning of the time of your life.....enjoy.
Love you both
This has been one of the most fun nights of WD.
Duncan B. Malcolm
So it is your 103rd birthday, too, Malcolm?
All I can say is, after my103rd I hoped people would stop drawing attention to it.
cupcakes, lemonade and party-hats
Happy 21st Fiona, from Paul W.
Menaces? What is a menace?
Oddly enough, Malcolm B Duncan, I just had a policeman at the front door, who said, in one breath, "I've come about your daughter's fingerprint assessment. Oh no, this is 1**isn't it, and I want 2**"."
It reminded me of a few years ago when my son drove off. Soon after I heard the sirens. Soon after, the bill at the door: "We've come about the accident: oh no, hold on, this is the wrong number." While I swoon.
I come from a generation taught to not only respect, obey, but be in awe of authority. I felt that this policeman's very presence at my door,involved "menaces". Do you think I have a case?
Mistaken identity for fifteen years
F Kendall, my late father said to me: Show me the person who does not do a mental sweeep of the record of his life on seeing a cop.
Old mum certainly did as she drove for the last fifteen years of her driving career without a licence. And she was such a law abiding God fearing woman - well, most of the time. And a lousy driver but never once was she pulled over.
Have had a few moments like yours. Cop on the phone wanting to talk about my husband's accident - there was none. But peace did not reign for long. I discovered there were two of yours truly in this area, wife with same name and son with same name. Freakish.
The confusion started and went on for fifteen years. The other family clearly had a tough time. Over that fifteen years I got the bills; the cops about that accident; calls from upset people over missed luncheon dates; calls from people I'd never heard of who then tried to convince me I had gone mad in claiming I had never heard of them; calls from a school to come and pick up my sick (mine was by then 28 years old). Then the lawyer, confused on the other end of the phone to find I was esconched with his nibs out on the plains while she was supposedly handling the divorce; the condolence cards for dead relatives I'd never heard of, with no return address to reply. Then the saddest of all - sympathy cards over the death of my son, one from a lovely old lady I knew who had read the death notice of the other boy, beloved son etc. Had to be us to her. Then a sad voice on the phone apologising to me for troubling me at such a sad time but could I tell her when the service was. She sounded a bit taken back because when I picked up the phone. I was laughing at something and my voice was very light hearted. I sobered up quickly and was able to explain and even found the paper to answer her question.
I tell you it all freaked me out. And just when I thought it was all over what should happen but the neighbour moved out and people with the same surname as us moved in right next door. Oh well, at least I can now hand deliver their mail and they can ours. And the other broken family are somewhere out there, which is why I do not put my or yours truly's name or my married name in this.
The last call came only about a month ago - a friend seeking to catch up with her friend she had lost contact with years ago - I was able to help - a little.
Temps perdu
Wishing you a very happy birthday, Fiona....congratulations on the anniversary of the day that you decided to join the motley crew here below.
As a mother, do you ever speculate about your own entry to the world compared to your child's? Mine, born 74 and 78, had quite different welcomes from the medical profession – attitudes changed in such a short period of time. My daughter's children, born post 2000, were born in a bath or with self-hypnosis. I believe that I was born under general anaesthetic, which relieved my mother of all possible embarrassment of the natural procedure, and the ability to deny any knowledge of birth to transmit her daughters – (just amusement, no hard feelings there) – and presumably zonked us out enough to make us delightfully compliant babies.
Now, I know Caroline, born 1975ish, who could tell her astounded mother details of the delivery room and the rather unusual procedures that happened after her birth. Anything from you along those lines? I think that the general anaesthetic probably did for me for the next 18 months or so, when my memories begin.
I wish Malcolm B. Duncan a happy birthday as well, but I do so surreptitiously as I know that few men ever had the misfortune to be of the low status of "babies".
A la recherche
Babes armed, I'm afraid, F Kendall. I was 53 when I was born - 105 today and still blogging. Thank you for your kind wishes.
I shan't say whether Dr Reynolds has caught up yet but ...
Crimes Act (NSW) 1900
249K Blackmail offence
(2) A person is guilty of an offence against this subsection if the person commits an offence against subsection (1) by an accusation, or a threatened accusation, that a person has committed a serious indictable offence.Maximum penalty: Imprisonment for 14 years.
Happy Birthday to you two
Happy Birthday Dear Fiona. You too Malcolm.
This is especially for you Fiona
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9j82MERQy00
I hope that you have a wonderful time, and , I am sure that if you down three or four martini's your evening will most definitely go off with a bang.
Scott: Martinis? Yuk! Why would you wish one of those on anybody especially on their birthday? (Except an American of course.)
Richard: Martinis? Yum! Btw Kathy, have moved your message to here
Happy Birthday Fiona
Still lurking around and a big cherio to Margo as well, hope she is well - PF
Only an afterthought?
Yeah, Happy Birthday you big girls' blouse.
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping...
Not quite an afterthought, Malcolm. It just crept up on me. Have another friend who shares the same day, who I must ring now and organise a bevvy.
Slainte, Fiona. I'll have a couple for you!
May your birthday be full of great edits
Fiona, 21 today.