Unexpected late birthday presents, or why it's good to have larger friends with lights in their feet!

And you all know how much I like televised sport!

Stop Press: British Ukulele Impostors invade Austria and Germany!

Read all about it here...

On getting older

Birthdays, as humans call them, are curious occasions. Getting measurably older seems to be both a source of existential angst and an occasion for frivolous merrymaking, and these effects are compounded when an unusually large number of humans celebrate such events within the same somewhat nebulous time period. No doubt there will be more on this very subject in the next few days, but I feel that a brief account of my experiences is likely to be of public edification.

Birthdays, then, seem to be about:

meeting new friends in civilised settings;

old friends - from the days of inadvertent acquesextian mammary imitations, no less - and their new hairstyles;

taking gracefully to being scolded, since humans are allowed to be as unreasonable as they like once a year;

and just occasionally getting hot under the collar before crawling home to bed.

Soon, my friends, soon!

I'm still alive

Spring has sprung
and cherry blossoms keep falling on the bikepath!
More soon, I promise
Love to all,
Hugo

Post-festive-season-indulgence recovery

Though at least I'm not in the same boat as this poor blue comrade:

Those who live in glass cases...

A rosé is a rosé is a rosé

Or at least it is by this stage of the festive season!