Only once every four years do I get the chance to blog on 29th of February. This evening it was pizza in our local town of Gubbio, celebrating a birthday. I went armed with plenty of blue helium filled balloons, the car bursting at the seams, and into the restaurant where they fluttered merrily on the ceiling. Delicious pizza, wholemeal crust, crisp,thin, laden with fresh vegetables and mouthwateringly good mozzarella di bufala, scrumptious, and ace company to boot, a really incomparable evening such as can only be done here in Italy.
Just how old is William? Well that would be telling. To me it seems so unfair to have a birthday on 29th of February, maybe for three years out of four there is no birthday, does on celebrate on the 28th of February or the 1st of March or like the Queen of England pick a random date for an official birthday, but then thinking about it logically when one gets old one can justifiably claim to be young.