Pizza

Work, wine and pizza. What better way is there to celebrate a birthday with a '9' in it. Except perhaps with less work.

I haven't felt particularly birthday ish, not really because of the number but I think more because it's kind of passed me by. I had such a great year last year with my time off work, compared to not having such a great time now, plus I'm a bit tired at the moment, so I'd quite happily ignore it.

Having said that, Himself took me to the pub, and bought me pizza so it's not all bad. Plus I had some lovely messages from the Not Children, family, friends and colleagues.  I'll feel better about it all in a couple of days.