Hi,
Happy birthday to Dad! We're off to dinner tonight at The Quiet Lady to celebrate. Hooray!
Of course, as always, it means a bit of a logistics exercise for the Gilberts. This is the plan (although hardly anyone else knows it so some of the logistics involves getting this message to everyone): Mike drives in to work and drops the car off to get its door panel beating assessed; We pick up the car and 1700-1730 and then collect Dad from his work; Mum drives to collect wee Toby and goes to our house; we drive past our house and collect Mum and Toby; we eat, drink and be merry; we all drive back to our house and Mike (who has only been merry on juice) drives my parents car back to their house with us following; I drive all the Gilberts back home.
Ta dah! A very proud Gilbert exercise in complications, permutations and open to all sorts of misinterpretations. Heheheheheh. I love it!
So, there you have it. Mike is the walking undead because he went out after tramping club socialising with some other members and then read until 4am. Those Lee Child books will be the death of us. Or, just the cause of sleep deprivation.
Have a great day!
Love,
Angela
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