It's my birthday today! Peanut, shitty as she is, is one of the most wonderful presents of my 52 years, and I'll treasure her! Toastie is coming around, and maybe by next week we'll manage a photo of them both together!

I'm still suffering dreadfully from the cold that the RW and I brought back from the flight from The Gambia. This is probably why there has been little written about my trip, but, hey! There is lots to come once I'm feeling better.

This January just seems full of sickness, and there are few families in the parish who are not affected by something. Three terminal cancer folk I know of in the past fortnight. Kind of puts my Gambian cold into perspective!