I’m navel gazing this week. This post is all about me, me, me – Raili.
‘Cos I celebrated my birthday last week.
Top row L – R: me with Dad on my wedding day; My brother Erkki, me, my sister Ritva after Dad’s funeral
Middle row: Me having a bubble bath; Mum and my siblings. I’m sitting on a potty as it was the only way they could keep me still long enough to take the photo. I can sit still long enough now. I’ve grown up.
Bottom row: Me recently. My hair colour and style has changed a bit since; Me with TRH (The Retired Husband) on our way to a fancy dress do some years ago. My size and shape, like that of my hair, has been ‘fluid’ over the years!
TRH took me out to our favourite go to fine dining restaurant for my birthday. He had told me he wasn’t buying me a present this year. ‘Cos we’re retired. ‘Cos we don’t really need anything. ‘Cos we have to be careful to make sure our money lasts till we no longer need money. That’s ‘cos we’ll be dead by then. So this was it, my present. Fine by me!
Top left: entrance hallway
Bottom left: just a few of the awards Chloe’s has received over the years.
Bottom right: The front dining room. My present was on the mantle piece next to the mirror. Yes, I did get one!
Top row: Me with our Irish neighbour Bert. Us olds went to a fancy dress party; Me and Tess. She’s being clipped, that’s why she looks a bit grumpy. Lucky she’s little and I can put a strangle hold on her
Middle row: Big one on the left – me with my two boys, Marc and Christopher when they were little and cute. Now they’re grown up and handsome; Me with TRH when we were younger and prettier. We have aged disgracefully and wear our battle scars and wrinkles with pride. Hell, we worked hard for them! ; Me with Erkki when we were teens
Bottom row: Me with my sister and parents not long before we left Finland – circa 1959; Me when I last graduated from university (Masters in Mental Health Nursing)
Top row: Chloe’s Restaurant.
Middle row 2 small photos on left: The present I wasn’t supposed to get – gorgeous bouquet of flowers waiting for me on arrival; our special off the menu desert – crepe suzettes – TRH had asked Nick when making the booking if he would be kind enough to provide a special desert for my birthday. He did. And was most apologetic that they no longer had the capacity to cook them at the table. The added pop of flavour provided by the raspberries and blueberries was a perfect counterfoil to the sweetness of the sauce.
Bottom row: Beef tenderloin and accompanying salad dressed with goats cheese and blue vein cheese. It was good enough to eat on its own; my birthday surprise of petite fours courtesy of Chloe’s; TRH with sommelier and owner of Chloe’s, Nick Papazahariakis. We always ask Nick to select our wines to match the food we order. He does so graciously and with exquisite taste. Including a full and interesting explanation of what he has chosen for us.
But wait – there’s more! The weekend did not end there. It all started Friday night. Saturday saw a continuation of celebrations with our neighbours at Happy Hour. And then we rolled on to Sunday when the kids and us olds went to a pub dinner in the Adelaide Hills. I’m not going to share any more photos of my over-celebrated birthday. ‘Cos I figure you’ve probably seen enough ! And I have indulged and navel gazed enough for now.
© Raili Tanska