I had a lovely day yesterday, even though it was a Monday and I went to work. I received cards, coffee, aeroplane clocks and a stuffed Scottie, as well as many good wishes delivered by text, LJ and Twitter. In the evening I hit the pub, where I was joined by a fine selection of furry/scooter/school/university/work friends. Most of them hadn't previously met, but conversations about motorcycling, computer games and rats soon sprang up on all sides. That naughty jm_horse kept suggesting just one more round as the group dwindled to four (including Ultrafox, who had been the first to arrive - hardcore!), and I eventually climbed into bed with just four minutes of my birthday remaining.