The Ides of March.
It is also my goddaughter's birthday. Happy Birthday, Alice (who is now grown into a lovely young woman, and a mother herself)!
And I always remember both of the above because the 15 March was Geoff's birthday. He would have been 67 today. Mum and I have just been talking about how we can't imagine him being 67, but then he never looked 60+ anyway. I think he would have looked very much the same as he always had done. But I will never know.
Tonight our time, my daughter will be having her op on her knee. It will be tomorrow in NZ. You know, if anyone happens to be reading this blog for the first time, they will think I am slightly crazy. Tonight, tomorrow..... oh well. I know what I mean. So, even though the logic says it will all be just FINE, the mother in me will be pacing. The wrong kind of pacing, that is. There is no "off" switch for Mums, is there. It stays in the "on" mode from the moment they are born, for the rest of time, and even though my daughter is a grown woman, I am still her Mum. And not there. And in full Mum Operational Mode. MOM.
I suspect it may be a looooooong night.