What a (birth)day!

With weather looking doubtful I decided against going too far, and with a strong and cold onshore wind, a walk on the beach wasn't really tempting. So we went ten pin bowling. 

It was the first time for years and first surprise was that special shoes weren't compulsory. Husband, however, being a bit of a pro, insisted on them. He has cups for bowling, mostly from his misspent youth, but like riding a bicycle you never forget how to bowl.

The lady at the counter persuaded us to book for three games on the logic that after two the score might be one all. Once I stopped laughing at that idea I said, 'Go on then.' (It was really cheap, just £7 for the two of us to play three games!)

First game went as expected.

Second game, I started listening to Husband's advice and - you're not going to believe this because I still don't - I won! And Husband promised me he hadn't let me win. 

It was close but I won! Excuse all the exclamation marks but I'm still in shock.

And here I am in action. You see? We didn't even have the rails up at the sides.

Third game I had passed my peak and I was soundly beaten again. But after that I had to celebrate with ice cream. We tried a new (to us) ice cream parlour in the Marina. Homemade Italian ice cream. It was fine but a bit grainy for my taste.

Husband enjoyed his rather fancy black forest cake too.