Years

I had a birthday last week.

It was not a significant one, although something tells me I am now at the age where they are all significant. 

Junior did not catch up with me (or vice versa) until a couple of days ago, and he gave me a lovely card. I will pass verdict on the wine sometime... maybe soon, maybe not.

He is running around like crazy. He is working more hours than he would choose to, but they are short of staff at his grade. Then he has university classes. On top of that he is in the process of moving into a new flat. 

His ice hockey team starts the defence of its British Championship on Saturday night in Sheffield. I will be there.