Tomorrow is The Blokey’s birthday. He’s a whopping thirty. Yes, despite getting older he’s actually still younger than me. The bastard.
So, I’d like to take this opportunity to wish him oodles of fun, regardless of whether he reads this or not.
And no, I don’t know if he does read this. I suspect he does. I could be wrong. Maybe I’ll never know …
Oh, October. The twenty-something. Next year. But I promise that I won’t turn this into a place where I talk about nothing but weddings.
I created a new Xanga for that – *cheeky grin* …
[we have posh wine in the fridge]
please God bless the blokey as he stops being a twenty-something xxx Elsabeth