Kay and I had a lovely day on her 21st. After she had opened her presents, we went out locally for a lovely Italian lunch, taking my mother too who was staying with me for a couple of weeks. Much hilarity ensued in the restaurant when my mother (who is nearly 89 and a bit hard of hearing) said in rather loud voice "I can't find my nuts. What are my nuts called?" She was of course referring to the pistacchio dessert she had ordered.
We rounded off the day going to the West End to see Les Miserables, one of Kay's favourite musicals which her school had bravely put on many years ago. Although we knew all the music off by heart (and Kay plays some of it on the piano), it was still a joy to hear the beautiful voices of the cast. The stage play and scene changes were absolutely ingenious and mesmerising too.
Snoopy's mouth continues to improve and he has bounded back from his anaesthetic with no problems. For a dog getting on for 14, he really is a wonder at times.
I have a house full of 21-year-olds this coming weekend, as Kay's friends from uni come down to celebrate belatedly with her. They're going to be clubbing on Friday night and returning to my house in the wee small hours of Saturday morning. Time for some earplugs, I think.