Spodded gently this afternoon, dusted off the accordian and made, err, sweet music for a bit*, before realising that I had neither keyboard stand nor keyboard plug :-( M came back from choir and we headed off to Girton, where Jon and Sarah had cooked the most delightful birthday meal a girl could have envisioned. Beef, with a cheesy, oniony, mustardy sauce of goodness, followed by duck**, followed by infinite amounts of Jon's chocolate sponge pudding, which is formidable enough even without the chocolate sauce. I have good taste in housemates :-) Was spoiled some more with birthday presents, including the longest stripy socks I have ever seen (photos to follow) which are now vying with the indoor boomerang for Coolest Present Ever. And a very very very funny book from the guy who did the little book of bunny suicides, which in my opinion is even better. Black absanthe, cards and good conversation followed, and Life Was Good.
And now my beautiful fiance is trying to persuade me to go to bed, so I will stop writing this so I can concentrate on being persuaded. Thankyou everyone who has made it such a lovely weekend :-)
*Even the most beautiful of love songs can be spoiled played badly on an accordian, especially one with a rusty A reed.
** My favourite meat in the world, and this was cooked to perfection, with the sweetest orange sauce known to man