Deciding to leave the country for your birthday has celebratory consequences. None of them bad. Of the handful of people who wanted to celebrate with me, all have now done so. One at a time, treats and outings over the last 4 weeks or so. I’d recommend extending birth-days to birth-months wholeheartedly.
The last of these events was breakfast down Golborne Road with Saucy. She proposed that to mark yet another year since my birth, she would treat me to breakfast then buy me tat I dodn’t need.
It was an inspired concept, do what we always do and love doing, but as a gift, all expenses covered, no tat shopping guilt.
The tat haul was exceptional. A life sized flocked plastic crow and a china bull dog.
I know!
It’s like the market knew it was my birthday too.
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