'Tis the 61st anniversaryof my birth today but, for some obscure reason, it has not been declared a national holiday. The days celebrations started in the now time-honoured manner (of almost every day); what can be more fitting to commemorate a gracious gentleman's birthday than a lie-in. [Don't get me wrong, the "lie-in"is not a festival of untruth saying, merely stopping in bed a while to catch up on some (always) much needed rest].
Once rescued from the duvet's lair by my knightess, la belle dame avec some mercy - ma belle amoureuse, visited the hospital for some blood tests and returned home for twenty minutes before heading off to the local Brewer's Fayre for lunch. The pork steaks with BBQ sauce were much appreciated by this couple of Darby and Joans!
By this time we were well into the afternoon of this favoured day, time to open the presents; wines from Italy and Australia, CD's of Phil Ochs "Live in Vancouver", Count Basie and, Billie Holiday, a collectors edition DVD of "SPACED" (for those not familiar with this wondrous TV series, it features and is written by Simon Pegg of "Shaun of the Dead" fame) gift vouchers and cheques. I've just got so much to be grateful for with friends and family that, in a way, the gifts are simply the tinsel added to a privileged life.
- living and frequently struggling with moderate M.E. -
where (bad) health, faith, politics and the joys and troubles of daily life collide.
ME
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