Here she is, the birthday girl. Eighty-three years of age today and still a springier chicken than many women half her age.
She will no doubt be spending the special day in bed with the Racing Times and a Dubonnet and gin (three ice cubes stacked on top of a slice of lemon) watching Kirsty’s Home Videos before a quick game of bowling on the Wii. We know what she likes.
Happy birthday, Your Madge.