COUNTDOWN. . .

to the big day - the birthday I wasn't supposed to reach!! I've actually been feeling a bit down lately, and I think I've worked out that there is a certain amount of anti-climax about the whole thing. For three years now I have been aiming at my 60th birthday - having been told I'd be lucky to see 59 - and now here it is, on the doorstep. Am I going to find I fall apart now? Abigail reached her aim of 16, and died three weeks later. Now I don't for a moment think my timescale is that critcal, but I have been wondering if the determination will kind of seep out of me. Pathetic, I know. It's probably because my joints hurt and I haven't been sleeping well. Isn't it annoying when you can't even do the stuff you WANT to do, let alone normal everyday stuff.? Luckily much of what I WANT to do is sit and read, and that's OK, or do some scrapping, and that's OK, so it'd probably be good if I stopped moaning now
Anyway, Alan has challenged me to make it to our 25th un-anniversary, which is in the summer of 2009, so perhaps that's what I should aim for now!
Meanwhile, I have everything under control (If you believe THAT, you're dafter than you look) Maybe we'll muddle through as usual. I planned a party for about 60 people, invited about 70 and so far there are over 90 coming. Standing room only!! Food, drink and entertainment are organised. Family and friends are coming from miles around, so my small corner of the world will be mayhem for 24 hours - is that unusual???