muninnhuginn | Birthday stuff

Had birthday. Not too painful, actually. Stayed in bed till late eating croissant, smoked salmon (organic, Orkney) and scrambled egg, opening cards and presents, and reading. Bearing in mind M bought us the latest Stephen Donaldson it's a little surprising we made it out of bed for lunch at the new Italian at all. We did, and ate far too much (munching the remains of the pizza we brought home with us right now), and then got a cake with a candle on it too.

To rewind a little, Looby Loo and the ravens popped in to the restaurant last week on the way home from school and booked a table (unnecessary in the end as the place was empty when we turned up yesterday) at which point the following exchange took place:

Looby Loo: It's my mummy's birthday.
Maitre d': She doesn't look old enough.

So cake there was.

By bedtime, early due to M's taxi for the airport being booked for 5.15am, we were half a Donaldson happier (the first "clench" we encountered on page 32, for those that indulge, and the second was after page 200: slim pickings!) and left the book downstairs so we wouldn't be tempted to read all night. With M away we could read all night every night for the next week were it not for the necessity of getting LL out to school each morning. Sighs. Sometimes being growed up is annoying.

The book and CD haul, via a bit of purchasing and passing on to LL, BR raiding our Amazon wishlist, and telling M what we wanted, was:

the new Donaldson
the first part of Bob's autobiography
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Heroes and Villains
the latest k d lang (for the Leonard Cohen covers)
Jean Pierre Rampal doing jazz
Thomas Bloch playing ondes martenot.

What with the albeit small haul from Novacon and this lot the notion of reducing the piles of books by the futon by reading two for every one bought has completely gone out of the window (if the window were accessible: the books are rather in the way).