And today's number is ...

53

We dined with Amelia, Shazza, Ken, Deb and Jon at the exhuberantly busy Flying Fajita Sistas, in Glebe.  The food is decent enough (and obviously popular).  I have a tendancy to forget that anything one is required to spoon into a tortilla that's then rolled like a cigar is going to be a minor challenge to a man with my lack of finger function.  There was no great disaster and I was eased gently into my fifty-fourth year with plenty to read.  Thanks Spike for more than just the lemon ode.

Lemon ode! How very droll.

Sad old man.
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