Happy birthday to moi!
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From my children today on my let’s-keep-it-nameless birthday I received one home-made card – inexplicably wrapped – with an explanation on the outside that said ‘No present, mum’, just in case I got a bit excited.
Another from my oldest son, a hastily drawn flower in biro on a piece of printer paper, created in, oooh, about 10 seconds. Nothing at all from the youngest who has an aversion to doing anything that could be in any way misconstrued as considerate.
Mr Muddy dug out a card ‘For Mum’ from the sideboard that was so mawkish and old-fashioned that I hadn’t even been able to give it to my own mother.
I went to the fridge to sneak some of my Tutu chocolates – an amazing chocolatier from Watlington that’s won multi-stars in the Great Taste Awards and does the best salted caramel chocolates I’ve had ever – and I see that Mr Muddy has been at them. GRRRRR!
Bless my lovely editorial intern Anya who rocked up with a card, more choccies (this time from another gorgeous chocolatier Rumsey‘s in Thame/Wendover) and some much-needed pens for the Muddy stationary cupboard this morning.
But while I’m sitting here, waiting for my massive bouquet of flowers, sailor stripogram (because wouldn’t it be funny to see them dancing the Hornpipe?), and invitation to Claridges, maybe you can share the love and make my day!
PS Before Mr Muddy gets the full wrath, I suppose I should mention *sniff* that my main birthday present is seeing Wolf Hall next week, which will be utterly awesome. But still, come on, back off the chocolates, right?!