Today is the day that shall not be mentioned. Last night some of us from work went out to celebrate the end of a project, and proceeded to spend some 5 hours in the Slug and Lettuce in Clapham, drinking wine and pitchers of cocktails. This morning I feel like I could do with a few more hours sleep. In fact, I know I could do with a few more hours sleep, as I managed to forget to bring the cakes I baked into work, so I've had to go via the shop this morning and pick up some more. Who's idea is it that I have to bring cakes in on my birthday anyway? Shouldn't someone else bake me a cake (with 21 candles)?
And while I've been typing this, the first communication of the day has arrived!
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Thribble,happy birthday to you! OurMa & Littl'un.So thank you very much!
