You know you are getting old, or sensible or something when the "bubbles" you consume on your birthday are of a carbonated water or soft drink type. Well it is a school night after all. The Toy Boy I married turned 51 today. Technically I get to call him a Toy Boy - and by association make myself a honorary cougar (not that there's anything honourable in such a thing) - because I am the senior member of this couple. Fifty-three days longer on this earth has to count for something, right? Yeah, not really. Not even in dog years. But no matter how old you are, a birthday boy is still a birthday boy and deserves a special something on his special day and as the old saying goes the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. A strong stomach it must be for kippers, possibly the most disgusting smelling substance on earth, to be considered special but it has always been his favourite so who am I to argue. As they say Mad Dogs and Englishmen ...With that for breakfast there was probably enough fermenting going on to not need a demon drink with dinner.
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