Have just returned from a thoroughly delightful evening spent in birthday celebrations (a few days early) with my dear friends superfoo, marri, Eli, lidocafe and kp. I am buoyed by their thoughtfulness, affection, humour, great conversation and just ... friendship. It's a wonderful thing. I came home with a small stuffed wolf called Virginia, a collection of fabulous books (I can't wait to try the Tao one, and am so grateful for the Alistair McLeod, and just love the Women and Dogs one) with some bookplates to stick in them, some flowering tea and a beautiful mug to drink it in (and some non-flowering ginger and ginseng tea, should I need a pick-me-up) and several well chosen cards (one from superfoo with a note saying such lovely things that I'm glad I didn't read it at the table, as it made me cry, but in a very good way). I'm so lucky! I'm still smiling thinking about some of our conversation (especially the braces and the judge's wig).
Oh, what did we do? We went to see Juno, which was funny and charming, and then had Japanese food and just ate and talked and laughed non-stop. It was perfect.