One of the questions in Sir Paul's ditty isn't a question for me, though: if I'm out 'til quarter to three, I'm certain that whether or not the door is locked will be way, way down on my list of concerns.
I'm sixty-freaking-four years old today. How did that happen?
Predictable YouTube drop-in:
6 comments:
I still love ya, you old hippy. Happy birfday Popsie, and many more.
Happy Birthday and never, ever give up hippiedom!
I treasure all you mature hippies - what a splendid group you have turned out to be. It was a bit rough for a while there ---
Happy birthday, Sherwood ---
We came from good stock, Ronnie.
(What a great picture of D! And happy birthday again, Sherwood -)
Agree with JJS - an outstanding photo of Diane! Fierce! You're a lucky fellow, Sherwood. And I reckon she'll keep feeding you for awhile yet.
Hippo Birdy Two Ewes!
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