Oh what a wonderful day it was in my hometown! The snowdrops in my garden were out in full force, the first croci (crocuses?) sent their scouts throug the dry grass, and the first squadron of homecoming cranes crossed shouting the sky. It was sunny, and not "the clanging arch of steel grey march" I thought. And as I remembered this line again in the evening, I just remebered also: England, North Lincolnshire, and the priory at Barrow - Greg! So I hope my felicitations are coming in just in time.
A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, DEAR SKIPJACK K8!

P.S. Since it is the time of Lent I won't say a word about drinks and bumpers.