The last couple of days have seemed very strange to me.
It’s the first time in 43 years since I went back to work after the birth of my second child that I have not worked.....and of course I’m just like so many hundreds of thousands of other people, I’m in isolation now probably for at least 12 weeks because I am almost (one days to go) 70 and of course I have MS and asthma.
I’m not going to be able to see my family....
I'm not going to get any birthday presents (other than the three that friends have brought me over the past 4 weeks, so very big hugs to them for their kindness.
My family all clubbed together to buy me a new laptop for me to write my books on, as the one I’m using is now 16 years old....and God bless her, she is still going.
She’s going to have to keep on going as I’m not getting my new one!!!!
Curry's have closed their doors.
I can’t get my new computer and I can’t get a refund until they open up in a few weeks or months time.
So no present for me.
Now I do understand in the great scheme of things this is actually not very important.
But for me actually reaching my 70th birthday is a miracle.
I never thought I would see my children get married.
I never ever thought I would reach fifty birthday....never mind my seventieth.
So this birthday is a big one.
When your told at 29 years of age that you have Multiple Sclerosis and your told you will be in a wheel chair within a year, the future is like a distant dream.....one that you will never reach.
But guess what.....I’ve reached it.
So Happy Birthday to me for tomorrow....I will get to celebrate with all my family and I will get my present, just not at the moment.
Stay safe everyone.....
God bless you all