My good lady wife is now a year older, the ripe old age of 32 in fact. Had a nice night out last night, lot’s of good food and a couple of drinks in a pub where a bunch of folk pulled out some banjo’s and stuff and started playing Irish songs - Lancaster’s that kind of place. Big cooked breakfast late in the morning. Lounging around and watching telly through the afternoon, and reality tomorrow. But not too much reality, cos I’ve still got one more day off. life is sweet.