I can't believe my sister is 60. When I was growing up 60 was ancient. 60 is what elderly grandparents were. So it's hard to think that my big sis is 60. She's actually a pretty good advert for being 60. She certainly doesn't look it. (She doesn't have to resort to fake tan as she spends months at a time at her holiday home in Portugal!) And certainly doesn't act it. So if this is what 60 holds, it doesn't seem so bad. Especially when it's still 8 years away ;-)
So anyway, we all got together for her birthday yesterday. And her daughter managed to avoid going into labour 3 days early so she was able to be there with us too!
There was cake. (Did you notice I managed to buy serviettes to remind her how old she was? 'Cos that's the kind of things little sisters do.)
There were candles.
There was a picture of her with her MUCH younger sister ;-)