went out to celebrate keiths 40th birthday last night. it was a modest 'party' in the eight farmers. a few drinks and a good gathering, nothing to heavy, everyone has work in the morning....or at least the original plan didnt involve tip toeing in at 2am trying (unsuccessfully) not to wake becci up. the original plan also didnt involve keith badly injuring his ankle by jumping off a wall.
"i'm not getting off this wall until i'm 40, and then i'm jumping off"
midnight was counted in, keith was declared 40, keith jumped off someones garden wall, keith lands in bundle on pavement.