The Birthday Ring

The dung beetle birthday ring

A most lovely ring I had made by Little Cat Design for the E.I.C. on her birthday. She was very pleased… I have enough brownie points in the bank to last several months now

A Birthday Not To Be Remembered…

So for the E.I.C.s birthday (today) I decided the best gift possible would be a trip by me to the hospital…

I awoke this morning with a little bit of cramp in my leg, not an unusual occurence for me, and as I was walking it out, I umm fainted.

The next thing I know, I am lying on the floor of the bathroom, and the E.I.C. is on the phone having rung 111!

I thought I was fine, but the ambulance man said I had to go to hospital in Palmerston North since I had cracked my head on my way down.

So next thing there I am off in the ambulance with the family looking worried on the front steps. Six hours later I am back, and no there is no concussion, or heart conditions. Just a silly embarrassed man who stood up to fast trying to get rid of some cramp….

I am sure we will find it much funnier in a few days. Especially once herself stops following me around with a pillow in case I fall over again

Birthdays, Gifts, And Lovely Children

The E.I.C.’s and my birthdays are close together, and coming soon.  We are both quite big on birthdays, well the celebration of rather than the recieving of gifts.

Our eldest T.B.T. has been plotting and planning and this year he decided to use his own pocket money, rather than raiding our pockets. What a proud parental moment. So of he went on his own to do his first solo shopping trip. The parents waiting anxiously in the car. We were probably more nervous for him than he was. We only snuck in a couple of times to make sure he was OK (and we didn’t peek honest). He was just fine having asked the nice staff for help. He had decided to get us a joint present.

Even though the first birthday isn’t until the end of the week he couldn’t wait to give us what he’d chosen, as he was so nervous about getting it right and that it would work…  So we said he could give it anyway as an early present… Otherwise he would spend the week winding himself up into little knots…

His choice? A new CD player as ours had long died, and three CD’s…  What a lovely lad