Happy Birthday Atchoo

Yes, it was my birthday yesterday and, yes, I managed to get some kind of cold/cough combination which meant that I spent the day (and the day before actually) coughing and sneezing in bed.

At least this means that my diet has got off to a good start... I poisoned myself with alcohol last Sunday, poisoned myself with some strange beans on Monday and then came down with this lurgy on Wednesday. Haven't even felt like food&drink for a week. It's not exactly Atkins methodology but it'll have to do.

Meanwhile, in Deepest Bavaria, we had our first snow yesterday... yep, s n o w ... time to start thinking about that little dream house in Greece (<- flu-induced ramblings by the way - unless anyone has a suggestion).

So basically: bleeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuugh

Double Birthday!

Let's begin with Omi. Omi is my T-Maria's gran. She is 80 today and later on we will be celebrating lavishly!

It's weird to think that when my mother was sheltering under the stairs in Liverpool in the 1940s during the air-raids by the Luftwaffe, Omi was living in fear of the allied bombers in Munich.

What a peculiar world it is.

Happy Birthday Omi!

And the other birthday would have been my dad who would have been a year away from getting his telegram from the Queen.

This photo is from just about the time when Omi was being born. Actually he doesn't look old enough there to be anyone's dad!

Oh well,

Happy Birthday dad!