Missive from the dog house

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:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

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: