1973, channelling Brian Glover
I seem to have lost my blogging voice recently.
I’m not sure there’s a lozenge for that.
All I can do is take a step back and hope it returns soon.
Meanwhile I’m enjoying my helium balloons, new red wellies and the chocolate hidden inside them this morning.
Later I’m looking forward to eating the cake made by Mr P and his two small helpers (their first cake-making adventure) and opening the exciting parcel that just arrived from a faraway friend.
Mr P is taking me for a romantic kebab this evening (our favourite kind of date).
That birthday is just a year away now. Should I be daunted?
Thanks so much for popping over to visit (see – I’m even waving with my feet).