Helen, hell on wheels.............

Today was the Boss's birthday. I daren't tell you how old she is, but suffice to say today and for the next 6 months I'm a toy-boy!!!

Busy day today, and several tasks to do after work, call in at the doctors, pick up the birthday flowers, cook the birthday girl's dinner, call to see D & V and raise a glass to Maria.

I struggled for a blip again today, rejecting about 8 before settling on this one.

The Helen on the left is the Boss.

The Helen on the right is the Son and Heir's girlfriend.

How unusual is that? We both ended up with Helens.

Almost as unusual and strange as the fact that the Son and Heir turned up tonight just as I was finishing cooking dinner. A mixed grill with chops, sausages, eggs, fried potatoes, mushrooms etc etc and greeted me with the words "Ooh, any spare sausages?"

I swear the bugger can smell food from four miles away! Either that or he hides round the corner and times his assault to perfection.

It used to be that birthdays were excuses for wild nights out, now they're excuses for quiet nights in. We've got a bottle of wine and a bottle of JD, the Boss is snuggled up in her new bathrobe, I'm blipping and she's watching "Midsommer Murders". I can hardly contain myself!