Birthday fun

vatine was off work just-barely-yesterday, since it was his birthday. Coincidentally, he'd also scheduled a Cisco exam for the same day, but it was in easy walking distance so only took a couple of hours overall. Unfortunately, he didn't pass this time around, though it was apparently close.

He'd hoped to go into Central London, but I wasn't up to it. He even tried to lure Crazy Fish Lady with the prospect of going back to the Aquarium. *g* That was sweet, since I seriously doubt it was his first choice of destinations. I still feel kind of bad about having to give the outing a pass, but there are only so many spoons to go around. :-|

Instead, I used rather a lot up cleaning the bedroom goldfish tank. Ah well! He did kinda have me pegged there.

We settled for a trip to Cosmo for supper (hmm, I didn't know they were pushing "stunning design" too). It was satisfying, as usual, to the point I'm surprised I'm starting to get hungry again now.

No cake and ice cream other than that the restaurant, but I brought him a chocolate with a candle stuck in it after we got home. :) Hopefully it wasn't too bad a birthday.

Smoke

Argh. Someone in the neighborhood decided to wait until (a) it's relatively dry out there, (b) allergies are already choking me, and (c) it's too warm to close all the windows, to burn garden debris.

OK, so they had no reason to know that "hay fever" is a paltry description for what some people downwind are experiencing, but they were surely aware it hasn't rained in a while. I wouldn't burn stuff out there at the moment. Then again, I'm used to not being able to burn things at least half the year, much less in a rather densely populated area.

Hmm, I really should try to get a fresh inhaler soon. 'Tis the season for maple pollen.

Just needed to rant a bit!

Must resist sabotaging campaign vehicles...

Oh my. At least our local MP is out sweating for votes. Literally. We've currently got a particularly loud campaign vehicle crawling around the neighborhood, followed on foot by Andrew Rosindell and three other guys in suits.

"Hello, Esher Avenue! Your Conservative candidate, Andrew Rosindell, is here to answer your questions today in Esher Avenue!" Rinse, repeat ad nauseam, turn onto another street.

If I could vote in the UK, and had felt any urge to vote Conservative anyway, he'd have just shot himself in the foot.

The din. Ye gods, the din.