Now that it is well past midnight, I can formally announce the birthday of that Divinely Decadent being herself......................the incomparable Sappho :love: :love:
Sadly, parental responsibility insists she is in Shropshire, while work commitments oblige me to be in Berkshire :sad: . However, rest assured that I shall be thundering along the turnpike later this evening in the hope of arriving in time to take her (and Sappho junior) out to dinner. Not sure how many changes of horse this will require - but who cares! After all, the traditional place for changing horses is at a Coaching Inn (many of which still operate as wayside taverns :beer: ) and there's no breathalyser on horseback!!
So will you please join me in wishing a Very Happy Birthday to the most erudite woman in cyberspace...............our very own Sappho :inlove: :twisted: :happy:
Will
PS Yes darling, I know I am supposed to be in bed but I haven't had enough 'anaesthetic' yet. I have so far tried a combination of Ibuprofen, red wine, Paracetamol (:shock, Scotch (single malt, of course) and Armagnac* but with depressingly little effect!! :doh: The little bugger still seems to be making his presence felt!
*Not all at once, of course. There was sometimes a gap of a whole ten minutes!!!