A birthday hug

I couldn’t give him one because I’m still lousy with flu, although better than yesterday. So Dylan did it for me (very spontaneously). Poor Strider, he had to go to work, and his Dad was a limp excuse for a human lettuce leaf. But he’s the most generous and understanding soul I know and took it philosophically; The Dizzle, Mystic Em and Mr G are taking him down the pub later to make up for it.

Spent the day on the settee which is preferable to being in bed. I think the best way to describe it is as two steps forward, one step back. TSM had a bad day at the office. So we’ve had better days.

But most important is to say happy birthday Strider. His last year of being twenty something ... hope it’s a fab one.