Goose Bumps

Well having had two birthdays this week, the dreaded day has finally arrived. I tried to hide the fact, but was sussed this morning at work. Going to keep my head down, do the job and then go into hibernation until it's all over. No drama.

15 Celsius

I hate cottage cheese, I hate motorists that don't indicate. I hate bad manners. I also hate my own birthday? I try and keep it secret and even on facetube it's set at jan1st 1916...not far off actually. But I am puzzled why so many folk are obsessed with age. I once did an interview about trombone playing for a local paper. It took  over 30 mins and at the end the reporter asked me my age. I asked him why? He said that the readers would be interested!@! I said, tell em to mind their own Business.....and refused to give it. So he scrapped the article!. Truth is, I have woke today, to find numerous birthday wishes on Faceagram. It's not my birthday...honestly..age is a number. My number is not up...at least not today. Coffee?

Ma'am as in jam.

Well have to wish her maj  a very happy birthday. During military service caught glimpses of most of them. Including princess di. Yes she did have a magical.aura about her...and i still remember that moment. The Queen Mum inspected my boots. And I played at a Royal Funeral.. Of which the mournful bass drumbeat proceeding the cortege sent shivers down my spine. Very proud of Britains Royalty. It may be the only thing we have left.