I'm well past the point at which birthdays are happily anticipated orgies of cake and presents and have entered the realm where each represents another milestone on the road to the grave. This year's theme, as voiced by the Wife, is HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAVE A DRINK. To which end my gifts were a bottle of Bombay Sapphire, tonic and....a tooth brush?
"Dada, we gots you a TOOTH BRUSH for your birthday!" Fuss proclaimed.
"Oh thank you, it's just what I always wanted!"
Ah well...another year, another opportunity to live the words of my spiritual mentor Father Jack:
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Happy belateds, Bax.
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