One dozen bottles of Prosecco

Now that's what I call a birthday present! No wonder he got christened the DSM.

Yes, in case I forget later, today is my birthday. I have stuff I want to write up in the blog, but the coven is gathering here for lunch and the plan is for me to collect them from the station and Pete to take them back this afternoon. Now, place your bets on just how many of those bottles will be left by then?? You see, we are usually so good when we are driving to get together, and it was decided that we needed to let the grizzled locks down a teensy bit....and then Pete is supposed to be taking me out to dinner, assuming I can see straight/stand up/stop hiccupping.

OK, I've pushed around the vac. Waved the duster (have to do this when expecting any visitors, regardless of the day) So now I can start indulging. I'm treating myself to reading the Maggie Sefton crime novel set at Lambspun - haven't been there, but have to Colorado and I do know Shirley, so its fun if not great literature.

And that, in a sense, is what it is all about.

gw