It is our dyke friend's birthday this weekend and we will celebrate with a drink at Dame M's and then have a meal at the Dick Whittington in Chapel Street. Everyone quite liked the place last time, except for Dame M who refused to come. She can refuse again but we will see her at least.
Also, there is some preliminary work happening for my birthday in October.
I have made about six phone calls, sent several emails and maybe a dozen sms. The dyke friend's birthday is finally organised, except I wasn't the one organising it. Her girlfriend was. How did that happen?
Sister rang last night and asked if the bone doctor and little Jo could stay at our place for a few hours while my sister went to the football. Is Hawthorn playing? After a few minutes thought and consultation with R, I rang them back as suggested the bone doctor and little Jo may like to come for dinner with us to the dyke friend's bash. She jumped at it. I guess the bone doctor will have some expressed milk with her.
Should be a good night.