w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

I was privileged to be invited into The Magic Circle on Saturday (I'm not linking, 'cos you know who you are*.) My one regret was that, entirely due to other committments, I wasn't able to stay anywhere near as long as I'd liked to have. But sincere thanks anyway. We'll do it again, soon? And yes, the trip back was a doddle, compared to the outbound leg.

Today, I woke at 10.30 with a bed full of pussy. All three cats anchoring down the duvet. They were enjoying what would, in normal circumstances, have been a Sunday lie-in. Except that we didn't collapse into bed until 4.30 this morning, celebrating.



As convention has it, we won't be opening my birthday cards (assuming I have some - hence the title of the post) or any possible presents, until this evening. So that (may) give me something to blog about tomorrow?

So, meanwhile, what was that little song that used to go "Good morning to you" until someone changed the salutation?

And for the motorists among you, I leave you with this: