Back in Sheffield. A late night on the phone last night, a late morning start with coffee. Cherry on top with ‘Gone with the wind’. Another dose of my warm cosy bed, fingers tapping away on my laptop to thank my well-wishers; I'm that considerate. Melts me a bit to realise I've been blessed with good friends. A call to my best-friend; she went - don’t die until we meet again. Another to my parents; a birthday song sung. Stepped on a dead rat on my way out. Big dinner, an even bigger dessert - a surprise home-made cake and presents from my friends; told you I'm blessed. Yes I do love surprises. The biggest surprise's the gift from my boyfriend; no wonder I said yes. A no-fuss birthday without alcohol, yet I feel so content. After all, age is just a number it’s what's in your head that matters. Trying to pull up my second favourite grey jeans, ummm yeah I definitely need to un-freeze that gym membership though. Night-time again, I won’t be a princess any more tomorrow, turning twenty three can be tiring yawn.............................toodles*
I'm blessed and cursed, in logical sequence planned out by the Architect, and I'm equally grateful for both.
I'm blessed and cursed, in logical sequence planned out by the Architect, and I'm equally grateful for both.
