Mr is working on my Birthday so I guilted him into taking us all out to lunch when he finished his short day today.
I must have found my licence to blog in a cereal packet because I was too interested in EATING my lunch rather than taking a photo of it, I know.
I disgust me too.
I really don’t want my birthday to come, & not because I’m moving into a whole new age bracket, but because I’ve been milking it for months & I’m going to be a bit lost without the whiny excuse “…but it’s my BIRTHDAY…!”.
I guess Christmas isn’t that far away.