It is a very sad day when your own children have no sympathy for the traumas of yet another birthday.
It is a very sad day when your own children have no sympathy for the traumas of yet another birthday.
In what seems an ever increasing rate, the years just keep rolling by, and today I am celebrating my 29th birthday, yet again...!
One of my lovely colleagues has pointed out that I am now the same age as my eldest daughter, and as a concept this seems a little hard to come to terms with..., but I shall just have to do it.
Still, it's a nice day when I have the prospect of a quiet dinner, and wine, chocolate and flowers on my desk when I arrived at work this morning.