Missing my mojo

You’d think, this many years into my life, I’d recognise that every time my birthday comes around I get a little stressed.

This year I’m having an official birthday tomorrow. We’ve got evening plans, a film chosen, there will be takeout. Children have snuck around doing mainly secret things (turns out Smallest doesn’t really understand the meaning of secret).

And before we get to my birthday evening I’ve got a whole load of things to do, complicated slightly by the fact that my netbook gave up on me this evening. (Wah. )

So goodnight. And I’ll leave you with a slightly late four o clock photo.