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I got to sing to the birthday gal!
Lousy phoneline - she sounded like she had a script by a handful of monkeys sans typewriters, read by a Dalek on battery failure.
Luckily, enough got through for her to work out it was me and stand in the place where you live - no, sorry - stand in a place with reception, and call back.
The lady is made up with Cellar tributes/ cards/ gifts.
I'm not passing it on officially, just reporting the way she spoke about everything.
And she is so obviously in love with Carrot already.
But that's a given.
Happy lady on a happy day.
We stopped talking because Ma arrived.
Again - Dana has pretty much everything she wants today. And that's blessed any day of the year. let alone a birthday.
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