"I quite fancy the idea of sausages and bagels for my breakfast duvet feast Matt, which Mike thinks is hilarious. Am I missing something?" Many happy returns of the day to our chum Helen Bush (35 tomorrow) who Ming invariably refers to by the moniker I thoughtfully endowed her with all those years ago when she isn’t around (and sometimes when she is). Apparently, he arranged a surprise weekend of treats for Bush, starting with breakfast in bed, something I gather my Mother was looking forward to this weekend, only to be disappointed when she found out that Ming was otherwise engaged. Quite what other surprises Bush should expect I am not sure of, but if she ends up with a flight to Venice and a red coat for her birthday, then Ming might have given his Julie Christie fetish more wings than propriety would ordinarily allow.
Happy birthday Bush. It is one of life’s ultimate truisms, but life would not be the same without you.
Happy birthday Bush. It is one of life’s ultimate truisms, but life would not be the same without you.
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