As I was chatting to my accountant a big blue balloon blew into my garden. Somebody somewhere is having a party.
However, my two cats are now traumatized; one was in the garden and flew for her life and the big lad (scaredy cat) is staying firmly indoors with his glare fixed on said intruder.
I guess the message being one man’s party is another’s idea of hell.
To me it’s the symbol of happiness; and it’s Friday, it’s the weekend and time to have fun.
Off to the local watering hole to chew the cud early tonight!