There was too much cake. I have yet to recover from the chocolate mousse death cake I bought for my b-day this last Wednesday. As far as birthday gifts goes I've been in luck; three birthday cards sneaked their way in to my mailbox, a green little package contained a book (The Sherlock Holmes school of Self-Defence by E.W. Barton-Wright) and together with a pint of magnificent beer that I didn't have to pay for at the pub I was handed a pair of moustached braces (or suspenders, depending on which kind of English you're using). Three different people that definitely knew what would cheer me up.