I have an understandable fondness for the babies of 1956. It’s a most excellent year. Today it’s Tom Hanks’ turn for birthday cake. I was going to make scones later this afternoon, but I’m sure Tom will have cake. Possibly not with 53 candles, but you never know. I’d been planning to mention his birthday for a while, but I obviously had to wait for the right day. Interestingly I’ve had several Tom Hanksy moments leading up to today, so it’s the witchyness at work I expect. Just before midnight it got even witchier, but I’ll have to tell you about that another day.
“What has the witch written about me now?”