I'm just back from my Sunday visit to the shop for my baccy and paper.
Despite all my threats and implorations, he's still insisting on little gifts.
I got seven lovely choc-chip cup-cakes. I just had a couple and they are all squidgy and fresh.
I also got a padlock. A little mini one for locking luggage.
And two birthday cake candles in the shape of numbers.
He gave me a 9 and a 7.
Does he think I'm 79?