*level up noise*

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 …

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Nice couple of days

Seeing as Jane and I were going out for a meal with her work-mates in Southampton last night, I thought I’d go over earlier in the day and see my family. Met David and Otis at the Mayflower, then went on to the hospital and had lunch with Mum, gave …