44

It appears that while I slept, I’ve turned 44.

Acksherly that’s not totally true – at the moment of becoming exactly a year older I was in the buffet at Southampton railway station, waiting for my birthday bacon roll. But one way or the other I’m now officially middle aged :-( .

Still, thanks to those who’ve sent birthday greetings, especially those who’ve texted. Jenny’s text was especially amusing, but I won’t repeat it here!

Off to the north tomorrow – see you on Thursday.

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