My belated best wishes to your mother.

They are not at all belated. Her actual birthday is today. I'll pass them on.

The sheep just slays me. I am not sure I could eat one.

They were unfairly cute, but their numbers are much reduced.

I had a much less eventful time, but the springing forward of the clocks has really done me in. And the cats are cranky as anything.

Solidarity. I really wanted that hour, too.