Happy birthday, my dear (just an hour late ...). Mer says you're coming down to visit sometime - this is excellent news.

Because it's too hot to sleep, I've have taken it upon myself to write you a pome for this happy day. This is it.

Our poised and articulate Brammers
Speeds on – never stumbles or stammers.
No-one discourses faster
Than the unrivalled master
Of politics, histories and grammars


Now I am going to lie on my bed and curse until it's time to go to work again. Enjoy the cake!

xx

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