I had my birthday lunch today. My Dad, my sister and her husband, and a couple who are our best friends since Uni, were with us at a really good food pub not far from us. It was great: the food was really good and the company of course could not have been better. I loved it. One of my cards was a reprint of an old Punch cartoon where three Daleks are confronted by a flight of steps and one of them says " Looks like the plans for domination of the universe will have to be put on hold!" Been there, I thought.
The pub was cool enough, but I was wilting with fatigue by the time we left a 4pm and the 20 minute car drive home in the heat was not pleasant. I dived into my recliner and tried to doze- so of course Larry left leg kicked off. He’s still kicking, though baring my legs has helped. Being badly affected by heat is a new one on me. The last two summers weren’t noticeably hot, and I am definitely relapsing year on year. Up until now only cold was my enemy. Sheesh!
Still, well worth all of the discomfort for the pleasure of the occasion.