The New Face Of Fifty

Dame Edna...is that you?

Yesterday was Wendy's 50th birthday. One of the highlights was arriving to her office and finding it 'redecorated': streamers, balloons, horns, buttons, tinsel, signage, over-sized glasses...it was all there!

A riot, but not a quiet riot. It was the devious work of her trumpeteer/colleague/friend Gill. There were 30 or so balloons in Wendy's office, inflated by Gill's wind ensemble students. Who better??

This morning Wendy has settled into being 50. She seems much the same. No crying. No wailing. She has yet to fling herself to the floor. I think the fifties may agree with her. She'll have ten years to give them a try.