. . . or should that be too many birthday celebrations. On second thoughts, maybe not. Can't have too many celebrations, even though it seems that birthday season has lasted about three weeks.Sid's party went very well, but it pains me to say that, on balance, I think boys' toys are better than girls. Not that I have anything against pink sparkles, of course, the more the better, but . . . Geomag? Lego? Brio?
*sigh*
On Friday night Julia bundled me into her car, without telling me where we were going, and to my delight I found myself back in Chiswick dining at one of our favourite indian restaurants, with our ex-next-door-neighbour, who is still, after all these years, stopping traffic. And not only beautiful, but funny and outrageous and mad and kind. Past boyfriends have included Des Lynham and Norman Lamont, and she is currently seeing Anthony Holden, journalist, biographer, classical music critic of the Observer, and professional poker player. Ber-limey.
Saturday night we ate with old friends at our local Thai, and today Julia cooked, so I think I've pretty much done eating for the next week. (After this bowl of Weetos, of course.)
And a birthday present -
On one side, Polish composer and subject of a truly awful pun, and on the other, Rufus Sewell playing Thomas Clarkson in "Amazing Grace". Same passion, same vision, same dreadful hairstyle. But which is which? And are they related?
2 comments:
Surely that shouldn't read "subject of an awful pun" but "Victim of a truly awful pun"?
Or are we all the victims?
Happy Birthday!
More birthdays - are you sure you're not exceeding your family entitlement? You sound as if you have celebrated your bithday with considerable and typical élan - and in such glamorous company, too!
Well done, and a happy birthday to both the Valentine birthday girls from all the Beedles.
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