IT'S ALL ABOUT THE BOOTY
Birthday weekend is over (Awwwwwww....) and it's back to the real world this morning.
I did very well, thanks for asking :) The kids made me breakfast in bed to start the day, and apart from the external hard drive I'd purchased a few days before, gifts bestowed included: A Hellboy bookmark with a little bit of film stock embedded in the body; It's Goodnight From Him: An Autobiography of The Two Ronnies by Ronnie Corbett; The Best of Dave Allen DVD, and a box set DVD containing a history of the UEFA European Championships and a highlights package from the same competition, totalling almost 3 hours of non-stop football!
I was formally removed from the necessity to do any housework for the day, and generally made to feel just a bit special. Aiden looked after the kids while Lyn took me out to lunch, and we spent the afternoon watching Dave Allen (and being pleasantly surprised at just how watchable he remains, 30 years since his height) and reading: the Corbett book was fantastic, very readable in style and treading the fine line between reminiscence and twee-ish nicety with a sure step, which made for a touching and heartfelt look at a warm friendship. I fell into the book and finished it yesterday bfore bed, which says something about how much reading time everybody allowed me :)
So now I'm 36. Next, Connor's 2nd and Erin's 5th!
Sad news on the weekend: Jack Williamson died at the age of 98. One of the genuine pioneers of SF, first publishing it way back in the days when it was still scientifiction, he was still writing, still publishing, and still in love with the genre up until he died.
Williamson was one of the true fathers of our genre, and we're a little poorer for his passing.
Song(s) of the moment: Songs From the Labyrinth Sting