It's My Birthday! (Toot!)

Although it's my birthday, I knew I'd some chores to catch up on. Which I duly did. And then the frooking car driver's window stopped working, which would have been fine if it was closed, but it was wide open. Gagh. Apparently it's a bit of a design flaw of the crappy car so it can be fixed at some 'significantly reduced' cost. Hmmm.
Anyway, back to my birthday. A bottle of whisky! A wine tasting evening. Shortbread. Shortbread? But eventually a seat with half an eye on the soccer, the Sunday papers, and a trashy blonde to keep me company. Belter!