This post is not designed to generate lots of late birthday cards or even good wishes for this particular day . . . for I prefer to think of every day as special. It is rather me rejoicing yet again that I was born at this, the most beautiful, time of year. My mother always said that I arrived in the middle of the night and that nightingales were singing!
Happy Birthday dear friend. I hope you gave yourself a day off! Peter and I send our love and best wishes.
Nicolas, I’m late as usual but wish you the most beautiful nightingale-filled ongoing birthday every day.