Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday blah blah Fishcakes.
Happy Birthday to me.
41 today and I don't look a day over 12... ok whatever.
Well, I'm not up to much today. Going out for a meal with my wife and kids and then early to bed; I'm on earlies tomorrow, see?

Last night I had a story read out on BFBS1, the British Forces radio station. It was more of an elongated joke actually but my Mam liked it. In fact she liked it so much she phoned me up straight after it had finished to tell me laughingly how sad I am. I'm not sure if that was a compliment or not. Ah well, at least she got the joke.


Am I going to start on the manuscript today?
No.
Why not?
Because it's my Birthday, because I want to spend time with my wife and kids, because I want to watch my new X Files dvd that was given to me for my special day, because because because... Back off, ok?
I'l start it tomorrow, I promise.
In fact I have already started it so technically I'm not the lazy loser you're insinuating that I am. I just haven't continued with it, that's all.

Oh look, the postman. I wonder if he's got anything for me?

Tara
Reg :-)

ps. Happy Birthday tooooooo meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.