i'm terribly tickled by these two emails which came in an hour apart and were back-to-back in the inbox:

from Poach:

Happy 26th!

Cindy and I went running yesterday and we were supposed to take a greetingcard picture of our sweaty selves for you but then we decided that sounded too kinky (and anyway I forgot my digital camera)....


and from Cindy:

Congratulations on ageing by just one more year!
HEHEHE.

Poach and I went running yesterday, original intention was to take a picture of our sweaty selves after the run and then to send the picture to you, as a rare and unique reminder of how much we miss you. Heh. But of course, neither of us brought our cameras, so that was that.


proof positive that randolph and christabel were together when they wrote "shall those fonts that freely flowed to meet our thirst..."