Happy 60th to Tim

Sticky toffee anything is Tim’s favourite so Sandi whips up a Sticky Toffee Date Cake the night before Tim’s birthday to kick off the celebration.

After a leisurely breakfast of German-style pancakes and champagne and orange juice we set off for Vancouver for the day. Happy birthday to Tim!

We’re under the big top to see Cirque du Soleil’s Amaluna. Très Canadienne, eh?

You know you’re getting old when they only give you one candle to blow out.

Across the pond in England Tim’s twin sister, Tessa, is having her own bit of fun celebrating with the family.

Yum, croquembouche (made by Tim’s sis-in-law, Jane Lovell).

You remember when the Beatles were number one

When two and six would buy some fun

Drape suits were cool and crepe shoes snappy

You remember the days when gay meant happy

You woke this morning, something strange in bed

A prostate problem, now you’ve wet the bed

Your body shape’s changed, there's no denyin’

Your skin all wrinkled it could use an iron

Cause you’re sixty, yeah you’re sixty

You’ve reached the ripe old age of big six-O

Now you’re sixty, you know you’re sixty

When your bones start creaking as you cross the floor

You think you’re cool and young at heart

But now you’re called a boring, old fart

With a black and white TV you were king of the road

And you remember Coronation Street’s first episode

You cringe at Bob the Builder and the Tweenies

Yet you used to sing along with the Ovaltineys

You won’t use a mobile phone or change your ways

No, it’s never gonna be like them good, old days

You try to pretend you’re still twenty-one

But you remember when Jimmy Young was number one

Now don’t despair or get annoyed

Cause you’ll only flair up your hemorrhoids

Your 60th birthday’s just another day

You’ll get over it soon or so they say

Try and walk tall, don’t ever give it a mention

Cause it’s almost time to collect your pension

Happy 60th Tim and Tessa!