Jobo face

I'm a big believer in making Birthdays last at least three days. In these times when birthdays just mean increased wrinkles and greys, it's even more important to make the celebrations linger. Hence, the cake eating has begun.

This afternoon we took a trip to visit the Flemings in their gorgeous little holiday home near Much Wenlock. A lot of cake and cuddles (once Joe decided he liked us) and coffee and catching up.

Then home to a delicious dinner. And SS indulged me in watching a film I've been meaning to watch for a while. A food lovers delight which also made me yearn for the Southern States. One day (presuming that our American friends do not elect a brainless buffoon) I'm going to take a year off work and hang out in the Deep South. And get really, really fat.