Celebrating my Birthday with Mum

It was fifty years ago that mum gave birth to me, six weeks premature, feet-first, in the middle of a power cut, on the eve of a Winter Solstice, full-moon, total-lunar-eclipse in Sagittarius. I managed to save a decent chunk of chocolate macadamia birthday cake from Saturday afternoon’s small gathering in London where I live, traveling up to Birmingham on the Sunday by train to mark the occasion together. I travel up from London either every week, or every other week, to support her at the care home where she resides as mum has no family in B’ham, or near by. Grateful thanks to Emma R. and Jayne D. for cake, crème fraîche, candles and gifts.

“Love each other dearly always. There is scarcely anything else in the world but that: to love one another.”― Victor Hugo