Today is Michael's birthday. Between this and Christmas, there will be two or three birthdays each month, great excitement. Whatever else I die of, it won't be from boredom.
The weather is still horrible, today it is cloudy, dark and miserable. It hasn't rained yet but it will.
St Patrick's Day on Saturday last. I was at Bridie and Pats'. It was quiet and peaceful, I will start going a bit more. I'm a home bird.
Yesterday was my mother's anniversary, seventy two years, nearly all my lifetime. Yesterday Jacobo had a bit of an accident with the car, but thank God he and Olivia are fine, the car is not so healthy. Olivia is playing the piano.
I should be planting some spring flowers but the garden is in such a state. I will have to plant in pots this year instead of in the ground. The cemetery grounds are still inches deep in mud and water, so I can't do anything there either. I hope we will get a dry summer and we'll be able to get the stone put down in the autumn for Delia.
Martin is back from Brazil, and Sean from Dublin, so perhaps we will see them all on the weekend. It's lovely when the family come.
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