Abolish birthdays

Birthday is over! I was blessed by cards from some family and friends, phonecalls from others, the tender attentions of the kiddos, a huge, rich, hand-made, hand-delivered chocolate cake from H., even polar's comment here. Thanks all, but it really is a relief to be past it, for the black dog was not just whining but howling at my heel. Probably the reactive black dog and not the endogenous one, but he's a bad, bad boy who whispers in your ear and turns your tracks. He's not an easy pet to keep. Still, daybreak today (clocks went back) was pink and rosy, attended dutifully at the windowsill by Her Catness, who demands and deserves to be kept.

This is She basking on her blanket




My Girl on a Motorcycle, H.




D.'s babby Aaron, wearing the rainbow jumper sent