Turned 32 today. Must admit it doesn't feel any different to 31. Ask me next winter when the aches and pains of injuries inflicted in my youth kick in.
Special day. What I thought was going to be a sedate tea and cake with a few family members turned out to be a very hush-hush gathering of mates near and dear, all of whom I thought were busy with Christmas and families if their own.
Spoilt rotten. Again. His majesty gets better at this year after year and I am always left feeling like a queen, albeit for a day. The elves come at midnight to fetch the pumpkin and tomorrow I am back to a mere commoner.
But, his majesty is on leave until mid-January so I can ease off the childcare a bit and maybe get a break in myself.
Three more sleeps 'til Christmas. Then it's another round of presents and family and fellowship.
I blame my parents for being hippies and having me during the festive season but I get to be showered with stuff, barely find place to pack it all and then it'd round 2.
Lucky me.
Now off with you all to baste turkeys, bake gingerbread cookies and overdose on sellotape and tinsel.
Toodles.
