Happy Birthday Dear Naomi . . . .

Blimey, we got through a few bottles yesterday lunchtime! My hangover started at 7.30pm. Why is it that, when I only intend to have just a glass or two, something like a Birthday comes along and before you know it the candles are lit, the Birthday Girl is breathing hard all over the cake, and I seem to have downed a bottle of the best? Paul looked a bit glum at the end; I hope it was because he was the designated driver and not that his hangover had already started. If you all enjoyed it half as much as I did then I enjoyed it twice as much as you. It was good to see Will and his pal Simon, too. And remember the words of Tennessee Ernie Ford " . . . another year older and you're deeper in debt . . . " Happy Birthday!