Happy birthday to you...

Dad's birthday today. He'd've been listening to jazz, drinking Mackeson Stout and will have started the day by doing a spot of gardening. I spurned the jazz and Mackeson but did actually overhaul the front garden and pruned a rose bush. If you're interested in National Service in Iraq between the years 1951-1953 you can read my dad's ridiculously succinct first hand account of two years of Middle East experiences here.