Happy 50th birthday, julesvet! 🥳
We were nearly late for the wedding – a Bassett with a strip of fabric tangled in its bowel and a Dalmatian with a pine-cone in his, followed by a collie in need of a stitch-up took us right up to the last possible minute.
At least I could catch sight of them. Depleted eyesight is one of the early signs of “getting on” and I’m fighting the need to get some of those glasses that you can buy from the supermarket rather than an optician. “I think I’d like this one at the bottom, please,” he pronounced to the waiter. On closer inspection, the writing at the bottom started by saying: “additional toppings”. It was followed by a long list of every single possible pizza accoutrement, which clearly looked a delicious combination when viewed completely out of focus.