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Another bright day, and at the end of what seems to have been a most excellent birthday week, it's Sunday lunch on Saturday. The best part of this of course is that Sunday has still yet to come - tempered slightly perhaps by the thought that I don't go to work on Monday any more. But still.

Lunch was walked off by Janet's dad and partner, and Greg and Cath, and also as a lovely surprise by Charlotte, who unexpectedly came down from Manchester for the weekend. And Greg wanted to try out his huge new big black one... personally I think it's compensation but I forbear to hazard what for.

It's not so bad, being 46 and a little bit more than the little bit more...