The sun shines on Z

“Happy Birthday” said the Sage, as I strolled, rather late, into the kitchen this morning. I apologised. Another year older; I’m not the woman he married any longer. “No, no,” he assured me, handing me flowers, “You get younger every day, it’s me who’s getting older.” I decided that we’re both young and lovely (I didn’t mention the failing eyesight.

Still, it’s a sunny day. I think I’ll go out and frolic for a while.

19 comments on “The sun shines on Z

  1. Dave

    I nearly sent you a text at 6 this morning. Good thing, perhaps, that I didn’t. Instead I’ve driven into Norwich, where I knew I’d find a library that’s open.

    Many Happy Returns!


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