And, this year, I have the excuse for a double celebration - because, as one wag felt the need to point out, I'm 18 and 21 again.
How depressing.
No, wrong attitude - a celebration it must be!
I kept my presents and cards until I returned from work (how middle-aged...sorry, we celebrate!) and they were great.
A package from my mum was of particular note but I'll tell you all about that another time.
I also got a nice choccy birthday cake. Oh, and Wee John has turned up (without even as much as a card).
A nice dinner is lined up for later. But, before that, it's time for Charlotte and her daddy to have their bottles.
Daddy may have more than one.
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