It’s Ange’s birthday today. I won’t reveal her age but it’s
somewhere between 56 and 58, I’ll leave you to work on that one. Anyway, I’d
like to wish her many happy returns. Of course, when I say that, I mean I wish
that she would make many returns to the shop to get food to make me happy. Hah!
On the subject of presents I thought I would keep it simple
and therefore have got her nothing. And why shouldn’t I? Every gift I’ve ever
presented to either of that pair has gone unappreciated. It’s true. Mice,
voles, shrews, birds, you name it, I’ve given them some lovely gifts over the
years and not one of them have they kept or put on the sideboard to look at. So
bugger it, I’ve got her sod all.
The lummox has bought her some presents though including a
litre bottle of Irish cream liqueur. That means that the weekend will be given
over to revelry and bawdy behaviour. Well stuff that, I’ll have no part in it
and will remain aloft from their sozzled state. Mind you birthdays are only
once a year so I’ll let it pass. It will be mine in October and you can rest
assured it will be a far more dignified affair all round.
PPP x
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