I spent my birthday making buffet food for a fund raising event this evening at the hospital where I used to work. I was on my feet for 7 hours to be precise making Tandoori chicken kebabs, mushroom vol au vents and cheese and bacon ones and some smoked salmon nibbles. I then spent some time on the phone with the Clerk of the parish council who has been contacted by the local newspaper to find out how to contact me. This was in response to an article in the local paper concerning vandalism in our village. The article was about the village toilets which have been totally wrecked and the wall smeared with excrement. I responded with a letter pointing out that this was just the tip of the iceberg. Now a couple of local rags want to do a more in depth story. I shall be glad to spill the beans warts and all since for the last 3 years the police have be unable to do sweet fanny Adams about it. Tonight my husband is taking me out to an outstanding restaurant. A high light of the day was when my friend the Vicar came to the door with her sister. She had her guitar and her sister a tambourine and they proceeded to sing a very jazzy version of happy birthday. Embarrassment scale 11/10 but very touching especially because I am a heathen!! Oh well, another year gone by, only 3 years to my free bus pass!