Today I am 63.

Happy Birthday to me.

So I now don’t know if any of the daft things I do are because of my age or because of Parky. My mum has often said that I am going through a funny age, but I am sure she has said this all my life.

I don’t think I look any older but then it’s not wise to spend too much time in front of a mirror. My hair has been white for years so you can say I have aged into it.

My day is planned out and for once I am up and dressed, instead of walking about in my dressing gown until lunch time

I am waiting for daughter and grandchildren to arrive, then out with Mum for lunch.

This evening I am having a Wii party. I think I had better sort out what games I’m good at so that Parky doesn’t come out to play.