35 years old. Let that sink in. Thirty-five. Holy shits. I know I always say every year that I don’t feel a day over 25, but for once I don’t feel like 25.
Jane got me a couple of really nice shirts that I am too fat to wear comfortably and some teabags. Claire, Lewis and Ethan got me a cool Nando’s mug which had some hot sauce in it and a Guinness glass, which is unfortunate as I was intending to stop drinking Guinness as it is contributing to my fatness. Colin and Myrtle got me a bottle of Tequila, which was good as I was intending to go back to drinking Tequila. Because all this Guinness is adding to my fatness. I’ve not been over to see my Mum and that yet, might go over next weekend.