Wednesday 11 March 2015

Thirty something

It was Sanae's birthday last Saturday. I am not at liberty to say how old she is but I can say she is not forty. Yet. (But Lord, how those remaining two years will just coast by...)
We celebrated by going out for a meal in a rather nice restaurant we hadn't been to before. Mind you, if Cian has any say, we won't be going there again either. Anyway, the adults enjoyed their meal and the child contented himself with looking at the chef brulee-ing spits of meat. Back at the house we unveiled the birthday, eh, pig, and Mammy put on her new anti-wrinkle sunglasses. And then Cian ate a bowl of cereal because he was "still hungry".




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