I am turning 30 on Friday. No-one gives a damn really because they are all too busy. DH has bought me lots of lovely expensive presents, for which I am very grateful, but has organised no little surprises or general birthday fuss requiring thought or effort. So I'm feeling a little petulant down in the dumps, especially as I organised all of the Christmas magic in our house single-handedly. Oh, and I have wrinkles.
Anyway, DS1 has been telling EVERYONE that I'm turning 30. So much so, that DS2 (2.11) has followed suit. So today he told the lady in Sainsbury's "My mummy is going to be 40 at New Year". The woman replied that I looked great for my age, and that she'd have put me in my late twenties. I smiled and thanked her very much
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