Well, whether it’s a case of being Bill Bryson’ed
into believing we’re a weird mob or painting that
wee jubilee differently - I survived Sunday; and
in a sequel to a birthday last weekend cheered
loud ‘n long Saturday when our peers arrived to
ensure their recognising this being a year older;
their perspective’s I’m still significantly junior, ’n
partying t’ prove it, hacking it sweet I reckon, so
with more of the 70’s span than you’d normally
greet in one room, ok three bottles of sparkling
prosecco aside - but hey, no dramas evident to
explain - & managed like those olden days we
recall nostalgically, ‘tho perhaps a roast leg of
lamb at lunch had something to do with it
© 13 September 2015, I. D. Carswell
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