goodness, Dolly, I hope Mr D is demanding a refund, with the pacemaker hardly bothering to get up in the morning.
Party last night was deveen, in a club right on the Thames at Greenwich - clear blue sky, the sun setting behind Canary Wharf, and a ceilidh band (I couldn't join in as only one hip is working properly at the moment). As well as the birthday, they had their new baby there, about 8 weeks and seemingly very placid although her mother says otherwise. She even has a blanket with her name and birth date on it; I suppose the midwife must have embroidered it while waiting. London is rubbish approximately 11 months of the year but it is beautiful in May, and unusually beautiful this May. Quite hot and all, but blossom absolutely everywhere.