I've taken the day off tomorrow, and will spend it in the company of some of my oldest and bestest friends. The Met tells us it's going to be a scorcher, with thunderstorms threatening the late afternoon -- good. It wouldn't feel like my birthday if it wasn't raining through some of it. According to my Mum, I was born during the worst thunderstorm she can remember, and it's felt like sort of a tradition to me ever since. I'm not fond of rain, but I love thunderstorms. The bigger, the better.
Oh, will this day never end?