Last night GP and I went out for dinner at a beautiful place in the country.  We were celebrating 25 years of wedded bliss.  Dinner was wonderful.  Especially after dieting all week.   I've lost my ability to drink wine.  Only half a bottle last night and this morning I have a mother of a headache.  What a wuss.  At the next table was a very young couple.  She was American and he was Italian.  I didn't know whether to be all sentimental or to warn her to "Run! Run for your life!"  Whether I'm here or he's there, someone has always gotta give up a lot in marriage to a foreigner. 

So yesterday there was another bombing in London.  The Mother God must have been looking down on me because Grace and her roomie were closed up in their apartment when the door lock broke and their landlord had to get them out.  It took some time so they couldn't go anywhere.  I was pleased.  Why is it children cannot stay safely tucked under our wings until they are 40 or so?  Is that so unreasonable? 

I'm off to eat a grape or something for breakfast.  Have to make up for last night.  Crap.  xxoo me