Birthday boy
The day started with BigA not following birthday protocol as he got up and made me a tea and himself a coffee. He was slightly fascinated by his presents from me, mainly because he didn't really approve of how the books has been produced and I felt a little conned and so much for my plan to do him a cafetiere of the coffee I'd bought him with breakfast. Oh well. Who needs to feel special when they turn 47! Instead I made him and M an alright coffee and we went to the greasy spoon for breakfast. Not Margaret's usual - she was astounded by the size of her omelette, salad and chips. We still haven't had the cheese by the way, I plan on sorting that out soon. The day ahead was all about the garden for Margaret and me. After her doing most of the work, moving a few things and quite a bit of bulb planting BigA made me another cup of tea. (He doesn't get being spoiled) We relaxed before heading off for a meal at a restaurant that has been shut for a while which is a conv...