Not quite glow-mesh but close.

Yesterday (Sunday) was Martin's 25th birthday. The previous night he and some mates had a party to celebrate the occasion and he had wanted a 'mirror suit' to wear for the night. Above is the result of Margaret and him spending a fair slab of Friday afternoon with sewing machine and mouths full of pins. A little cursing and swearing on occasion, too. (Although Margaret's idea of a fully fledged expletive is "Auchtermuchty!").

Some have argued that it was the nicest birthday suit since the original one.

The actual birthday was thrown into some disarray by Martin's girlfriend, Roni, landing in hospital in intensive care with a urinary tract infection of some sort. She's on the mend, happily, although still in intensive care.

After some will-we wont-we discussions we pressed on with the family dinner. I chose an Indian theme, partly because we hadn't eaten Indian for a while, partly because I had spent my 25th birthday at Agra, in India, admiring the Taj Mahal.

Pappadums as pre-meal nibblies,
Spicey prawns with a walnut chutney as starter,
Lamb & eggplant curry with tomato salad and basmati rice for main,
Cumquat & cardamon syrup cake with yoghurt for dessert.
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