The weekend was fun. It involved two birthdays – the first of which was a garden / house party. Dogs and kids very welcomed. People with exactly the same footware (pictured above – me and Ricky), also welcomed. I think at one point there were 7 dogs and at least twice as many kids. Hard to tell them apart at times. Food and drink, chats and choons. Elsie (a dog) came and told me it was time that I took her home to be fed and put to bed around 8pm by sitting in front of me with very flat ears, gesturing to where I’d put her lead. We took her and the wee’ns home then (it being just around the corner, Felix now eligible to babysit (yay!) for local stuff) we headed back, for much of the same, plus a bit of a jam and a a fire bin in the garden.

I had a notion that Sunday would be chill to the max, but it turned out that I’d forgotten that one of my oldest close friends Jamie P was having a 40^th ! we went round a few pubs and ended up having the hottest curry available – a Phall, which, when the waiter said “is that hot enough for you” Jamie said – “yea, not bad, could be a bit hotter”. The chef himself came out of the kitchen to corroborate the waiters story before bemusedly heading back to his galley to rustle up a something even hotter. I had a small dab – probably about 1ml on a nan bread and I was crying my eyes out for over 10 minutes. Jamie? Waded through the lot without even breaking a sweat. There’s either something very wrong with that lad, or very right. I suspect both.