Birthday boy

How time flies. LH celebrated his birthday with beating me soundly at golf on a very misty, damp morning and then enjoying lunch out. We gave Berry a bounce at a beach on the way home which was the best present of all really; she focused completely on her beloved bald tennis ball and made no escape moves at all. I think we might be getting there.

A glass of good red in the evening and a bit of Poirot (our latest addiction!). I'm afraid we're getting very minimal in our celebrations!

Extra is Berry aiding present unwrapping. Nothing like a cardboard box with interesting sniffs!