Not a happy birthday today.

It has been a very quiet Easter and birthday for me. Ken caught a cold last week which developed into bronchitis as usual (for him), so he has been in bed since Good Friday. He got up and dressed on Saturday afternoon, to buy Easter eggs and cards, and my birthday gift, and I do wish he'd stayed home instead, because by Sunday he was a mess and I had to call our doctor in (at a cost of $110...) The doc. prescribed antibiotics and Ventolin to help with Ken's breathing, and told him not to go to work for a week.

Monday was such a beautiful day, and even though neither of us felt 100%, we decided we'd had enough of being housebound, so I packed a picnic lunch and we drove up to Yea and spent the afternoon in a reserve up there, enjoying the sunshine. Again, I guess we should have stayed home, because on Tuesday, Ken was no better, and I was decidedly second-hand! Today was the same, so I scotched my plans for lunch with friends and dinner with another couple who are celebrating their 20th anniversary, and we both spent much of the day lying around drinking water and cups of tea. Ken had given me a Breville Sandwich Press for my birthday (our 30 year-old snack'n'sandwich maker finally died last year), so I christened it by making a snack for our lunch, using bacon, eggs, tomato and cheese in English muffins. Tonight's tea will be baked beans on toast. Neither of us have much of an appetite, so there will be no birthday cake either! Ah well, I guess turning 61 is no real cause for celebration, is it?