Mother's and R's birthdays are two days apart, so we usually have a joint celebration. At the last minute ABI Brother did not have to umpire cricket in the afternoon and so was able to deliver Mother to Jells Park for a family picnic, saving us a decent old drive.
Sister and Little Jo picked us up on their way past. Tradie Brother came and Dreaded Nephew had been to Camberwell Market and stopped by. Somehow the rest of Melbourne came along to Jells Park too.
'What shall I write in the card?' asked R. I get R to write all cards as I can no longer write, only type. 'Gee Mum, you are 77 now, so old', was my reply. Of course he didn't. I suppose he wrote suitable words. I no longer bother checking.
I gave Mother $50, more than she deserves, and R bought her a replacement for her nearly thirty year old boomerang pillow. As she can do, she was quite charming and lovely to all and did not bang on about her unfortunate concluding years or complete breakdown of her body.
We weren't at the park for long. Sister, Brothers and Dreaded Nephew played a ball game with bats that could also catch the ball. I can't think of the name. The bats looked like masks you might buy in certain shops in Sydney's Oxford Street. On our last visit we ventured further into the park and Schmap asked to use one of my photos.
Little Jo giving Nanny her birthday present. Hey Sister, that is more junk we are going to have to get rid of at some point.
Nanny reading her birthday cards.
Little Jo helping R (out of sight to the right) to put candles on the cake. I am a bit surprised given how seldom Little Jo now sees Nanny, but they seem to have a pretty strong attachment. Little Jo became quite confused when she heard me call her Nanny, Mum. We've tried to explain that Nanny is Sister's Mum, but she can't grasp it. One day it will click in her head that her treasured R is not direct family but grumpy uncle Andrew is. Always something in the future to look forward to.