Birthday fatigue

OK, we're not going to get into this but all of my twentieth century kids were born at twenty-three month intervals, and there's twenty-two months between Dan and Abi. Yet none of this was planned (apart from Abi, kind of. Look, we're not getting into it.)

So it runs:
December: Milly (and my brother) (and Christmas)
January: Izzy (and my niece)
February: Hannah (and Valentines)
March: Charlie (and then me).

As you can imagine, by now present fatigue is setting in. Still, Abi at least is undaunted: all of these parcels arrived today, all purchased by her but nothing for her.

Thank heavens Easter presents are straightforwardly based around chocolate eggs!

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Reading: 'Jews Don't Count' by David Baddiel