Oh, Happy Days!

It's already more than a week since I turned 68 and my feet don't seem to have touched the ground yet. One of the more pleasant surprises was the arrival of a birthday card from Piotr Trumpiel in London. I suppose shouldn't I really have been surprised, as Piotr seems to have a knack of remembering such milestones.
I've spent much of the time since with my grand-daughter Ely Messenger, who is coming up for eight months, already mobile and full of "Barbarian" chat. What's more, she's into typewriters (although she hand-printed the card):

The rugby season is well under way, Ely's dad Danny has recovered from his broken jaw (suffered in rugby training in early March) and Ely has been casting an eye over her first match:

All of which has given Charlie the Typewriter Guard Cat some time to relax: