Happy Birthday LELI
Have just got in from taking LELI out to dinner to celebrate his birthday. Such a young man at 32.
We went to an Italian restaurant he has walked past many times but not been in because, apparently, it is always closed. Tonight it was open.
I had a very fishy night, while LELI, of course, had a pasta and pizza night (so very Italian!).
The waiter spoke with a *very* Welsh accent, although he had the big moustache of a ‘European’. “He is Italian,” whispers LELI. “He doesn’t sound very Italian to me,” I joke back, “Sounds like a proper Welsh boy.”
We were both wrong. Turns out he was Greek!
Got home to two very cold and hungry pussy cats. Ed was sat in his usual place on the wall. KK appeared from nowhere. While I was sorting out the keys for the door, poor Ed was moving from paw to paw as if his feet were too cold on the paving stones. Poor pussies!
They made a beeline for their food bowls, and now they are both curled up on my bed.
I am going to join them.