Are they trying to tell me something?

Age Concern, that is.

They've just put a collection envelope through my letterbox. On this of all days. Bastards.

One year older, folks - that's me. I've taken the day off work and having a lazy one, partially because I'm a grumpy old git and don't like buying doughnuts for my colleagues, but mainly because I have a hangover. It's nice to be remembered, even stranded up here in the arse end of civilisation as I am. Heavy delivery from the postie today, muchos grassias to all folks who remembered; plus lots of texts and online goodness.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Righto, I suppose it's time to mooch into town and be less lazy.