It was our birthdays. Mr & Mrs Smith are now 51. Mr Smith finds this most surprising as he rates himself as about mid thirties. Mid thirties? That's ancient! I never got much past 13.For Mr Smith's birthday he bought me a lovely bottle of Dior something or other at the airport. For my birthday, the next day, he bought me everything I wanted including a pancake for lunch. That's how it should be. Well, I did pay for a chinese dinner but it wasn't very expensive - unlike my birthday dinner at Amsterdam's finest which required a mortgage.
I bought loads of exotic tulip bulbs in the flower market and now have to plant them which I would if it would stop snowing. I also bought loads of wooden tulips which are rather kitsch and fun.
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