Tree of Life

The bus had its upstairs windows open as I whistled back into town. The spirits can't help but rise.
Anyway, the daughter is back from up country down Galloway way and wants a birthday party with cake and jelly for her 27th. I may tie some balloons to the gate. MrAC suggested with a leer that I should just stand there. He's a funny bloke. And loves me deeply, I can tell.