It's my birthday. Solti the cat brought me not one mouse but two. I don't understand how that cat just knows. Please excuse me for a day or two while I go and have a quick midlife crisis.
Huge explosions early this morning at an oil refinery at Hemel Hempstead, north of London, that supplies Heathrow Airport et al. We live probably 40 miles away, but there's smoke in the sky. They're saying it's "an accident". Not sure anybody believes it.
6 comments:
Happy Birthday, Jessica. Smoke and all.
Sorry for the smoke and mice, but I do wish you a most happy birthday and tremendously wonderful year full of great music.
Happy Birthday, Jessica! Hope your quick midlife crisis includes some celebration and relaxation, and that the upcoming years are very, very good to you. Cheers!
Happy birthday from acrosss the pond. (It's only half a belated greeting since it's still 12/11 over here.) Too bad they couldn't have brought out your book three months earlier - it would have been a great present! Keep up the interesting stuff. Your blog is the only one I read.
In Mexico we sing "Las mañanitas" in every birthday. Mañanitas for you!!
Happy birthday: hope you´re surrounded by love, music (and Solti, of course) all your life...
A very happy birthday from a fellow Sadge!
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