I would like to declare here, publicly that I have bought Grandma in Cyprus a birthday card. It is written. It is signed. It has the right postage on it (£1.14). It is posted. It is her birthday on Wednesday.
I say this because earlier this year I had to write this post.
So I wouldn't want everyone to think that I'm a bad son. I have learnt my lesson.
Unfortunately, she won't be whooping it up, as she'll be flat on her back in a Cypriot hospital as she's got to have an operation on Monday. I'm sure it'll all go well as I hear good things about the Cyprus Health Service. But do wish her well on Monday. And Happy Birthday on Wednesday.
