When thirty five candles means you'll eat more wax than cake

iTunes is playing: Half a Boy and Half a Man - Sleepy LaBeef - Labour Of Love - The Music of Nick Lowe

This wife of mine loves cats. And it was no surprise today when at the prata place on River Valley Road that she started telling me about how the cat that hangs out there's been stuck in the paint shop next to the prata place. As she's telling me about the plight of the cat, there's the sound of mewing from the paint shop, and Prata Cat sticks his head out the grille on top of the door. Wifey does what? She takes a chair, raises it up and coaxes the cat to jump onto it. It works. Another successful animal rescue. What I didn't expect was a very, very sweet gesture from her. After I had told her I would meet her at the prata place, she went to a cake shop, bought a cake and candle and once I sat down and before I ordered a tea, whipped out both and sang happy birthday as if she'd been doing this every day. Photos by Mrs Miyagi. Tiramisu from Sweet Secrets. Shirt by Adidas. Tea from Spize River Valley Road. Hair by the bastard barber of Holland Village. We then went and watched Taegukgi, raved about it for the next hour after, had tea again, bought some groceries from the seven eleven, and then went home. It apparently will get better than this, cos the wifey sez she's got a prezzie for me to be delivered in the morrow. Can't wait.