Hello everyone. I'm celebrating. I've got an avatar. Thanks to everyone who encouraged me, especially Naz, whose lovely design I unfortunately could not use because it told me I was infringing somebody's rights, I think it was Starbucks. Anyway, I have got a butterfly, as if you needed telling, as you can see it. As I am early I am going to treat you all to my poem Methuselah's Diet, by Anonymous.
Methuselah ate what he found on his plate,
And never, as people do now,
Did he note the amount of the calorie count,
He ate it because it was chow.
He wasn't disturbed as at dinner he sat,
Devouring a roast or a pie,
To think it was lacking in granular fat
Or a couple of vitamins shy.
He cheerfully chewed each species of food,
Unmindful of troubles or fears,
Lest his health might be hurt by some fancy dessert
And he lived over 900 years.
So that's set the scene for feasting and merriment. What have we got to eat (and drink) Mamy?