Happy Birthday David Turnbull.

It is our hosts birthday. I have brought cards over from Norwich from some of David’s children so I pop these under his door. David leaves for his physio at 8am. It’s pouring with rain – not the best weather for a birthday. While he is out we shower and dress. I FaceTime with Joolia complaining I haven’t heard from her in days. She explains that her new little girl Snowy needs a long walk every morning at the time we normally speak! So I am taking second place but I don’t mind as the Gilveys are so loving their new addition. I Snapchat Aspen to wish her a good last day at her latest placement at Sheffield hospital. She now has a brief break to study before her next placement. I can’t believe she is almost through her second year as a student nurse. David returns with fresh bread rolls and croissants so we have a delicious breakfast and fresh coffee and decide what to do today. Due to the wind and rain it’s not exploring weather so we take it easy for an hour or two and watch Rita make a carrot cake – one of Davids favourites. Around midday the sun comes out so we drive to Davids favourite little bar in Espiche. We meet more of the Turnbull’s quirky friends here and enjoy an hour or so of banter. Rita then drives us into Luz to a restaurant called Latitude. We are just in time as the kitchen closes at 3pm. The menu is mainly tapas which three of us go for but Roger decides on a three course with his main dish being roast duck Portuguese style. To celebrate a famous man born in 1946 David picks a fabulous bottle of red wine from the Douro. Rita and I stick to the white wine. We then stroll along the prom to The Bull and enjoy a drink in the sun, meeting a guy called Jonathan who once lived in Mattishall Hall in Norfolk. Now well over the driving limit we leave the car and Uber home. A pleasant evening is spent in front of the fire watching TV eating carrot cake.