The girls were much better today, despite there not being any cake. Maybe the pressure of birthdays is just too much.
Destroyer and I took her drone out for a test flight, and it immediately flew up, over the fence, banged I to the house next door, and got stuck in a bush, an inauspicious start, although somehow we got her down and inside, otherwise Destroyer would have killed me.
I went climbing again tonight, and felt much improved on yesterday. I’m going to be sore tomorrow.
And I really need to sort out both the party on Saturday, and the wife’s birthday on Sunday, tomorrow. Time to start panicking….