Posted by Tania Kindersley.
I forgot the most vital thing.
Today is SARAH'S BIRTHDAY.
So, my lovely co-conspirator, if you should by any chance be reading this:
I am hopeless. I did not remember. I sent no thrilling boxes or extravagant bouquets. I shall not be surprised if she sacks me on the spot.
I hope there is plenty of this:
(I mean: having of birthday cake, rather than morphing into a tragic love goddess.)
And metaphorical if not literal doing of this:
And eating of these:
And, one year, someone should throw you one of these:
(That's the Queen Charlotte's Ball there, by the great Henri Cartier-Bresson.)
And if I had damn well remembered, I would have sent a card like this, by the always perceptive Edward Monkton:
In the meantime, extra birthday woofs from these: