Today, being a special one, Mirinda said I could do whatever I wanted. I thought for a few nanoseconds and said “Nothing!” And nothing is what I did.
The only break in the day was a drive up to Next Door at the George for a roast lunch and sticky toffee pudding.
Following a lovely, filling, lunch, we had our customary wander around the back streets.
We then drove home the very long but infinitely more scenic back way.
After blipping, I lay upon the long lounge while Mirinda serenaded me – well, she practised guitar while I feigned sleep in order to listen.
See? Perfect!
sounds like a lovely birthday to me.
love mum
Hmmm not sure the serenading could be counted as part of a perfect day….
Oh, I am!