30th: Bang crash wallop. Bash Susan's borrowed/rented pick-up into sister's rental Corsa. Not good. Completely fed up and knackered.
31st: I am 50. Surprisingly good. Party starts at 3.00pm and continues for around 12 hours. Great music, food, moderate drinking. Only big disappointment is Scotch Malt Whisky Society bottling of 12-year-old Aberlour which tastes like bad schnapps. Millions of great presents and lovely people. It was...emotional.
1st: Glorious, crisp, sunny day. Walks, Busta for fantastic meal courtesy of the lovely Joe and Veronica, Lost in Translation on projection DVD...roads very slippy but no more accidents thank goodness.
2nd: Back to work. Huh! If you can call it work...