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On a gloomy Monday morning, it is a very good thing to have had a good weekend. And I had an excellent (birthday) weekend. HIghlights follow.
Very shortly after I woke up, Nina had placed two parcels and a card on the bed. One of the parcels was huge. Very careful unwrapping revealed Jimmy Doherty’s A Taste of the Country, a cookery book I’ve been eyeing for quite some time now, and… a lightbox. A lightbox is a timber frame with an opaque plastic pane on top, through which light from two bulbs underneath shines. It’s for tracing on thick paper. I have wanted one for ever for my mapmaking, and now I have one. It is the best thing ever, and I’ve already discovered a number of insanely clever things you can do when you can trace from one level to the next of a map. I intend to discover many, many more.
Then breakfast. Breakfast was the biggest fry in the world, cooked by Nina - bacon, egg, sausages, white & black pudding, mushrooms, beans, potato waffles, hash browns, toast, tomatoes - with apple juice and coffee. It was nothing short of superb.
Then, when I could contemplate food again, chocolate fudge cake and coffee.
I played MMOs pretty much non-stop all day, and then we went out to the pub with Dave, Glen and BrĂd, for a very good evening out. Thence to Glen’s house, and eventually left there at after two in the morning, after intake of both whiskey and rum.
And then yesterday had the added bonus of the fish-and-chip dinner I wasn’t able to get in the pub the night before, and Niall dropping over to lend me his new copy of Ptolus.
It was an absolutely excellent birthday, and Nina is very much thanked for it.
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Now. I am very glad you had a fabulous birthdays. Birthdays should be fabulous. But I am left wondering what on earth is white pudding? I know about black pudding - my SO is fond of the stuff. But White?
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(I spent the weekend attacking the back garden with
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