Not such a happy birthday!

Had been feeling ropey for a couple of days, and woke up this morning (my birthday) feeling rubbish. This was not improved by L being thoroughly unpleasant all morning, then spending 1pm to 3pm having a screaming tantrum like someone was trying to murder him. I came *this* close to grabbing my passport, leaving L with his dad and bolting for the airport!

Luckily, things improved a little after that, and by the time the babysitter arrived, L was being nice again. Once R and I were actually out of the house, everything seemed to have improved considerably. Smashing meal at our favourite Indian restaurant - lashings of curry and red wine can cure ANYTHING. All's well that ends well, as they say.