So all yous people say “Happy Birthday” to one of my favorite people, Francesca.
It was a slow night in May, the moon was just past full, there was nothing on the telly and her folks didn’t feel like going out. So in February we get Puddin’! Yay!
Merry Natal Day,
and Joyous rest of the year.
Yer special pal,
Rue.
P.S. Alex, yer a punk for not starting this first. Ha ha!
Alex didn’t start this thread first because he only just got back from taking me away for a few days to Oxford for a break
My birthday haul: a great hand-drawn picture from the lovely Rue, a book on the early evolution of man from Alex and a set of wooden spoons from my parents. The wooden spoons aren’t so great, but I guess that’s my fault for not really pressing for a present.
I’m here all on my lonesome for my birthday feeling very like Eeyore (cue violins). I am waiting for someone to bring me a Very Useful Pot.
does the It’s My Birthday Dance since no one can see her