Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear DLL
Happy birthday to-ooo you-ah!
Oh, for she’s a jolly good fellow…
The obvious question is, just how did those eighteen years
zip by so quickly? I can only blame myself for the additional four stones in
weight I’ve accumulated. I regularly and jokingly blame DLL for the grey hair.
Have a fantastic (couple of) days, take it all in, take
loads of photos, and here’s to the weather being decent.
Oh, she’s got the key to the door,
Never been…
…no. That’s not right.
No, you can’t trust your dad
I like batting with MM. He’s always looking to set off and
nick quick runs, and he’s got a better eye than he gives himself credit for,
because when he decides early to just nudge it into the right area and grab a
single, he does it almost every time.
Last night he set off for a second run that two MMs would’ve
made easily, but at an advanced stage of age and infirmity, I had to send him
back to face the broken stumps of doom.
Everyone’s home…
…and that means I’m in the frame for having the micky taken.
You say one little thing about a Mrs Mop hair-ribbon-bow-thingy, and before you
know it, there you are wearing it, pretending to sing into the spray-on healthy
oil aerosol, being plastered all over their Facebook and stuff.
D the Dog seems to understand and enjoy family gatherings
already. He quickly sussed out the scope for additional being fussed over, and
spent the night on his back demanding having his tummy rubbed.
How, exactly, does a lotus leaf…
…turn leftover rice[1]
with very little stuff mixed in with it, into bit of a treat? Spoon it in, fold
it all up into a teabag, leave it for the flavours to soak in for a while,
steam and serve.
[1] That’s
not strictly true about the leftover rice. I cook sticky rice especially. But
still, leftover would do.
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