Birthday Boy

So, I awake aged 51, with a stack of presents waiting for me at breakfast. A beautiful book on Chinese classical painting which weighs a ton, Lao She's Rickshaw Boy, a Coco Chanel DVD, some chocolate and two great cards from the girls (Alyssa's was 51 tiny little drawings of things I like, and Naomi sewed hers) ... But the cherry on the top was Liz getting grandad's three paintings framed, so I can see about getting them up on the wall this weekend. And we managed to have lunch together. And Liz cooked my favourite dinner, massaman curry, together with a fabulous plum & bakewell tart. Am I spoiled or what?