Gene arrived home last night to find me with cold and flu tablets, garlic & echinacea tablets and a bottle of water in hand last night. Having figured I wasn't feeling 100% he decided to cheer me up with my birthday present (albeit three days early). He had been insisting over the last few days, since he'd purchased it, that it was not on his side of the bed. Indeed it wasn't. It was hidden behind the TV. After a brief discussion of how I was planning to put his in the fireplace, we decided to do an early exchange of gifts. We've never been good at waiting to give each other presents. You'd think four years of practice and we'd have gotten better, but nooooo.... Anyway, he brought out a bag and passed me the cape-coat that I'd seen about a week ago. It's soooo pretty. Anyone who knows me well will already know that it's black. It's 100% wool and fully lined and looks like a shift/tunic that goes down to my knees, with a cape attached that goes down to just below the knees. The collar is a mandarin syle collar and it buttons down the front with "hidden" buttons and had a belt to tie up in the middle as well as hidden pockets in the front. Did I mention that I thought it was pretty? It's kind of hard to describe but anyone who sees me in the next week... month... year... on a cold day will probably get to see it. It is a wonderful combination of two of my favourite items of clothing, capes and coats. Okay, I'll stop going on about it now. :)
Today is ANZAC Day and even though I considered going to the dawn service, I decided that I was as unlikely to make it this year as I was the year before last (sorry Nick). Apparently as I age I am getting better at discerning between optimism and delusion.
What I should be doing is making some dinner.
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