Tomorrow is important....

For Peter...

He's gonna be the birfday boy, yahoo, etc. etc. ....

So I can get there, as school is in, and there will be a bus, and so on. And will bring him one piece of cake.... Which he only ever got on his birfday from me.... (Yeah, I'm a terrible tyrant...)

No hats, no paraphanalia, no silly things.

He will be seventy-one years old. And I wasn't sure he was gonna make this one intact, and halfway aware.

And all I can think is.... 'Where did all that time go?' It is sort of disconcerting.

Whatever, if anyone has a message for him for tomorrow, mail me, and I will gladly give it to him on his 'special day'.