What the ravens did for their birthday(s)

[muninnhuginn]

We didn't (unless it's to be found in books, music, food and wine) discover the answer to the ultimate question on Friday. Probably a good thing: "Quoth the raven: 'Forty-two' " doesn't have the same portentous sound to it.

So, opened Looby Loo's present over breakfast: a handbag mirror with a pewter back with "R" (for ravens ;-) on the reverse. It needs a proper case, which may become my first embroidery project for some long while.

Was ambushed by my dad with a rendition of Happy Birthday over the phone.

M got back from the US just in time to drive across town to get Looby Loo from school. Finally opened presents and cards. Then we went out to a memorial concert for a fellow of my college who was also a student at M's college in the latter's Wren-designed chapel. It included the most amazing performance of "A Lark Ascending" as a duet for violin and organ. There doesn't seem to be a recording of this arrangement which is a shame: the organ is in its element taking the various orchestral parts and the violin really does float wonderfully over the top.

Then dinner at 22. Yum.

All very civilized.

Comments

[the-magician.livejournal.com]

Happy belated birthday ... will give you birthday hug or whatever when I see you (which should really be soon given we live walking distance away from each other!) ... but I'd be lousy company right at the moment as I seem to have spent the last few days proving you can survive (barely) having coughed up 99% of your lungs ... ouch ... still coughing, going back to bed now ... have a great year!

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

You had to wait until 10pm for your dinner? ;-)

[armb.livejournal.com]

We've not been to 22 for some time, what with it now being a fairly lengthy taxi ride away from us, and the White Pheasant being a short stroll. Is it still much the same under the new management?