Aujourd’houi c’est mon anniversaire.
Today it’s my birthday.
A little wiser now than in my younger days, which isn’t saying a whole lot really when I think about it.
Be all that as it may, today was a very good day.
It kicked off with a few thoughtful phone calls from The Belgian Boy, The Godfather and The Godmother, along with a very nice text from The Hot Babe.
Off then for a pleasant stroll to the suburbs for a lunchtime hook up with The Kilkenny Lady and The Dunboyne Dynamo.
En route who do I bump into in Ballybough only King of the Quips?
It was good to see him again.
And he duly imparted to My Good Self the magical news that I had been longing to hear.
The Great Institution of Chatham Street would be reopening its doors next Friday.
There is a God.
Moving along up to Griffith Avenue who do I happen upon only the Queen of the Spherical Objects?
It was good to see her again.
A pleasant wee chat and it was on then to the hook up and the main event of the day.
Corn on the cob, prawn curry, roulade and a few drops of some very interesting liquid to assist digestion.
It was all good.
The Dynamo dropped me home, along with his generous pressie to me, where I received a call from The Dutchman.
It was great to hear from him again.
A kind gift and call from The Diligent Drumcondra Man, texts from The Monaghan Mushroom, the Junior and Senior Princesses of Dunboyne and an electronic missal from The Guinness Pensioner just to top it all off.
It was more than enough to give a body a warm glow.
It seems I must be doing something right.
It had been a very lovely day.