From Commonwealth to Cake

Rounding up from Friday: Sara & I met up with the Lady of Enigma for a pub quiz in the basement of the Commonwealth, which was great fun (and two of us, when faced with difficult questions, had the fall-back position of: "Hey, we're Irish. If you haven't thrown over your colonial oppressors yet, that's your problem").

So, flumpy Saturday was followed by busy Sunday: Dartford for major catch-up with friends (it's been 12 yes 12 years) & gorgeous Birthday lunch with fabulous children, then The Duke of York's Theatre for Ghost Stories, a play done by The League of Gentlemen folk. Very very well staged; great control of audience's anticipation and fears, and several jump out-of-your-seat moments.



And as for the Birthday Day proper: brownies from the Fabulous Baking Lady arrived in the post, complete with candles! High caffeine & sugar morning, followed by afternoon tea. Note from the photo that the cream is atop the jam and not vice versa, which means I'm Devonian and not Cornish. And underneath the dollops of cream and rasabee jam is butter, lovingly curled with my butter curler, which travelled over here with me. Because we are not animals :-)

Speaking of which, an incident involving the cream and the kitchen floor, ahem, unified the cats of the house in clean-up duty :-)



Tonight, the city beckons. I may have time to squeeze in a birthday nap, which comes highly recommended after a glass of fizzy.

My humble thanks for the well wishes and cards and treaty phone calls XXX