Ahh … thank you, young fella,
a gentleman and a scholar …. a gentleman and a scholar, sir.
'twas a quiet peaceful day, Ange in Malta 'til Sat.
A Gurkha Banquet with the kids and their hubs the previous evening.
I spent Sunday, and t’day, too, surrounded by oodles of Sticky-Toffee-Puddings and the obligatory Caramel ice-cream accompaniment. Wot wos that the prince said? “A consumeation devoutly to be wished.”
At this very moment, as I type, I can feel the pull t’ward the fridge in t’ kitchen.
So thank you for the kind wishes, and +dMMmdhyyyyhNMMy NMyyhMy
-hhhhh+ .hhhhhho `-+yhdmmmmdyo:. yhhhhh+ t’you too. Take care
Congratulations on your birthday, and also on surviving the days since. It’s always the aftermath of celebration which proves most challenging, but you appear to be doing it with aplomb. Well, with puddings at least, not sure why you’d need a plumb… unless it keeps you vertical when you must be.
Enough. I leave the forums for a few days and the whole thing goes to, well, this. Birthdays, ice cream, alcohol, puddings, even plums (luckily no thumbs or I’d be really cross at such perverse nursery rhyme bastardry).
What’s worse is that Maude got wind of it all and she is not happy — better keep your door locked Vic, at least until Ange gets back.
Should know better, a man of your advanced years. Tsk.
[size=90]PS Not all elderly welders blow kisses at young women only.
[size=80]PPS Oh, alright, here’s your birthday cake (with candles) iii[/size]