It’s my party so I’ll stand outside in my neighbour’s garden in my bathrobe at 7am watching the moon… if I want to….  Fuck, I’m 39 now, it’s almost time to start talking to my shopping bags on the bus and wearing those hats that look like turbans.

Lemon Meringue Pie was binned due to erectile disfunction of the egg whites…. will have to have candles in a mince pie instead.

 BTW… it was a parrot.  I’ve named him ‘Gene’.  Bman not too impressed with it and the cats are even less so.  I love him though and think that he may have to oust the Darth Vadar head CD player from the bedside table.

 Venturing into Leeds later for family luncheon.

Ciao Tutti and Happy Birthday to me.. Xx


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