For her birthday

28th - 80th Birthday party
And then there was the birthday party. We both had flu by now and were fighting to party through layers of flu and some slightly frightening pills we'd found in the local pharmacist. It was a stellar party, however, and Tim's day was made when a stray cat he'd been worried about last year turned up, plump and cheerful, wearing a new flea collar and a christmas bow, to beg for strokes and snacks. I also dressed as a pirate (evidence attached).

29th - Driving home with terrible flu
We stopped at the wrong service station, the one before the roundabout that's always being rebuilt. It had a Little Chef, though, so we went in for breakfast. "It's going to be half an hour," said the girl who showed us to our table, "the chef's..." she waved her hands a bit "...run off." We did eventually get breakfasted up, but by that time, the manager was looking at the back of the chip and pin device with the air of someone looking for the magic men who make the numbers appear. Fortunately, we had cash, and enough pills to make it home. ...and when we got home, Teazel got to play with the remote-controlled tiny tanks!

Not! Impressed!