Pseudo birthday night

I have felt like a sour puss weasel for days. Miserable, fed up, the lot. Will coming home from his fab Norway trip that he adored has been a slight distraction but then there is all the work. I can’t wait until my library position comes to fruition.

But lo, this evening - out with my Worthing lovelies for a twice delayed evening for my birthday. I got lovely presents and cards. And many margaritas. Lovely and top, made everything good.