Sure, I had to go to work, but my colleagues wouldn't let me make the tea, my boss brought round the traditional Enormous Cake (which I had to slice into twenty) and a few of us went for a swift half afterwards. Then I came home to open my presents and phone people, pausing on the way to pick up the battered sausage and chips I had promised myself.
Anyone looking at my birthday cards would gather, correctly, that I like cats, dogs, scooters, aeroplanes and gin. Special mention to the decoupage wolf made by my crafty Auntie.
I don't think an hour passed yesterday in which I didn't receive a text or email or read an LJ post wishing me a happy birthday. Thank you all. Thank you for making me feel so thought of and cared about.
