In the space of the past 10 days, I've seen all my family, and finally spent my actual birthday chez my sister, with her young family joining us for birthday cake this afternoon. My great nephew had made me a lovely, funny card, that he'd designed and drawn himself. He draws super cartoons with funny stories. His sister had made me a woolly bear made of pompoms - all her own design - whose name she told me is Plum. While we were chatting after tea, she then made him his own little bed! What a lovely birthday I've enjoyed!
Still coughing for England (and I've all but lost my voice), but still had a nice time. Am totally hoping that I'm not infectious. Surely not after all this time, though poor old Mr PP is at greatest risk, as he's been with me throughout!