Thirty nine years ago, I gave Mr Furlong an interesting birthday present after a night of very hard work. I gave him a daughter. He seemed pleased.
Today it’s their birthdays.
I’m not sure how the daughter is this morning, but we had a humdinger birthday celebration last Sunday.
Everyone opened their birthday gifts early.
But Mr Furlong has a special gift he has kept just for today.
He’s got a stinking cold and PINKEYE!
Well at least that’s not MY fault. He did it all by himself.
Happy birthday Mr Furlong. Hope you get better soon.