Birthday

Today I turned 33! I’m the same age as Jesus was when he built a lovely oak cabinet or rose from the dead or did some other neat-o trick that only card-carrying mankind saviours can lay claim to. Fabulous!

Bruce is off from work and we have a great day planned – a shopping spree for some new clothes this afternoon, a short break (for me) from child rearing and then it’s dinner out with a big group of friends at Mela - a restaurant I’ve been dreaming fitfully of since I last ate there well over a year ago. I’m a very lucky gal, I know.

It’s also the anniversary of that fateful night Bruce and I fell in love at the karaoke bar in Soho, kicking off the maddest and best three years in the recorded and unrecorded history of me, so – happy day x 2.

Gosh, this poor neglected little blog! Ah well, Life’s got my full attention now at least.