...I mean sun. Once more round the sun. It was my birthday back in mid-Feb (yes, I am waaaaay behind in my blogging, again). After turning 40 last year, I intended to keep this year low key, but this was positively subterrainian. It started nicely, Lillian provided her usual 6:30am wake up call, which segued smoothly into handmade birthday cards and prezzies. After that it was business as usual. Kids to school, Jane to work, me to work, retrieve the kids, off to Tom's ice skating lesson, home for their dinner, bath, bed. Normally Jane turns up around their dinner time, but on this of all night's she was required at a no-spouses diplo-dinner. She got home, fairly well exhausted, shortly after 9pm. So basically, I spent the night of my birthday eating pizza and watching TV. Meh.
Ah well. Next year will be back in Australia for the big day, and I did get some nice stuff this year. I am particularly pleased with my condiment gun. Yep, just in time for BBQ season I am packing heat, and by heat I mean mustard, and by mustard I mean that yellow stuff North Americans put on hot dogs. Fear me, or at least fear the yellow stuff.
