Today, 1963

I popped into the world!

OK, maybe "popped" is the wrong word - my HEAD popped out and then the rest got stuck, forcing the midwife to haul me out. Her hand-print remains imprinted on my rib cage to this day! I don't think that this was my mom's idea of fun, as she managed to put a 10 year gap between me and my younger brother, who was something of a surprise!

We now know that I have dyspraxia, which affects physical coordination amongst other things, but as a baby I was just thought of as lazy - didn't crawl, tried to stand up once, sat down hard, cried and didn't try again for 6 months, etc. I guess one thing that helped my laziness was having an older brother who was happy to run and fetch for me. Apparently I used to have variations on "eeerr!" that he understood! I finally had to get my act together when he went to school, leaving me with my mom who did not understand what "eeerr!" meant. Luckily for me, Mrs RC seems to understand this sort of language perfectly well :-)

So, Happy Birthday to ME! I am 46, or thirty-sixteen, or this could be thought of as the 30th anniversary of my 16th birthday! However I think of it, it doesn't really make much difference to me. You can't escape the years, you just do the best you can with them, I'm not quite ready to become "Rocking-Chair Chef!" I will be spending today with the ones I love and looking forward to what my next year will bring.

Have a great week!