contary to custom...

For the first time in living memory I didn't have a birthday party and spent the evening having a healthy salad and drinking green tea. Very selfish not to share - sorry -

The above was part of Nels card:)

Actually had a very good lunch at Steve's with Bob and Pete and Kat; Bob left for London, poor man, Andy and Louise and young James popped round followed by Edith (we are working on the subtitles for the Hat Museum film) then Kelly. If you have been trying to contact Kelly, use a non-electronic method. Live Box packed up - as has Andree's, BTW - so the answerphone kicks in and you think you've left a message. You may have but its inaccessible until the man comes and replaces the box. Andree has been waiting three weeks.
Kelly had been in a car accident on Friday night in which no one was hurt. It was unbelievably shocking as a child on a bicycle shot out of a little road onto the Rouvenac road. Kelly, always slow and careful, saw him in the corner of her eye and braked so the child didn't go under the wheels; he hit the side of her car and flew over the bonnet to land the other side. After all the hospital stuff he was discharged as battered and bruised - and he was not wearing a helmet. He was lucky. Time to take note, parents, and insist the brat is hatted.