Birthday Cakes

Today I have to deliver my mother's 100th birthday cake to the firm who are going to ice it for me. I really hope they do a good job as it is my present to Mum. Sorting out all the necessary things which need to be done to celebrate a 100th birthday is quite time consuming, particularly when Mum thinks it is her birthday every day and cannot understand why we are not picking her up. I wonder if she will even remember it.

I have just started reading Winds of Change by Lee Pattinson on my VRS. It is the story of Sally, a girl of the workhouse and early employment in a large English home who sails for Australia to escort her employer's daughter to her marriage. While I have not read very far I understand that the ship goes down and with Anna dead Sally takes on her name and marries the rich man that Anna was engaged to. I think it will be an interesting read but am unsure about the narrator who seems to be making lots of reading mistakes which have not been edited out.

 
A friend has just recommended this book which I will order from the library or purchase on Kindle soon. It sounds like my sort of book and I wish I had the courage to enjoy the silence more often. I crave the quiet of the country, anywhere in the world sometimes, but am a little afraid of packing up and having a break in the silence it invokes.

I have returned the large pile of house decorating magazines to the library and am once again attempting to read at night. As the days shorten and it is still dark at 7am and night descends by about 8pm I am still holding on to the vestiges of summer. The birds fight for the seed I put out and their noisy competition brightens my day.