Its my birthday. Woohoo. All on my own, forlon ownsome. Just me and a small stuffed sheep called Noel. Still, lots of cards to open, money (both Euros and Sterling) to spend and thanks to my darling hubsand oodles of presents to open. Its the first time he’s been away on my birthday, I get the impression he feels somewhat guilty. Poor lamb. I also got some marzipan flavoured chocolates from my mother, which are somewhat vexing because a) I should only be eating chocolate on a Sunday and b) I don’t like marzipan but I know I’m going to eat them anyway. Ho hum.
I have now played so much Guitar Hero 3 that I think I may have broken my wrist.
