Flavbirthdaydinner seems to have gone very well. A good bunch of mates I like and love, a good meal, even the weather was kind to us (which is rare enough for London town) and a girl, one of the staff on her first day of work, was a fellow Venezuelan (there are so few of us here) and we could kind of support one another, to an extent. And an even larger bunch of friends at the pub after. I can get depressed about the passing of time and how quickly your life runs through your fingers tomorrow but tonight,hey, I'm happy. it was all good, which is rare enough, precious enough.