67, Not Out
Oh dear! Old age has been creeping up on me. I am not very keen on the idea of being 67. It was bad enough being 66. A good belated birthday present would be some comments on my blog, but I never seem to get them. The good news is that my dear wife cooked an excellent birthday breakfast for me, with our own homegrown asparagus and Irena's homemade mayonnaise. We were in VT for a few days, staying in our apartment. I went to see Adrian a couple of times and we took his lovely doggie, Sisi, for a long walk. In fact, we almost got as far as Arbanassi, as my dear wife assured me that she knew the way. She didn't. I also had the car serviced and the garage managed to find a replacement for one of the wheel nuts. As we were in VT for a few days, I have an excuse for including some more photos of this photogenic city. (No, I did not take them myself and I cannot claim the credit, alas.)