Today Gary turned 23. Wow, he's getting old the poor man.
I sent him and Alex off for a dinner at the Hilton in the city centre to celebrate.
Dinner with the "wife" and a few hours of baby-sitting is a fairly good present, don't you think? I thought so anyway.
The small monster was crying most of the time they were away, while the larger angel was understanding and let me get away with not reading a story at bedtime. (I promised him one in the morning when he wakes up).
Gary and Alex were happy with the dinner. The food was good ad they had a good time out.
A long working week has come to an end, and I'm pleased to have a couple of days off.
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