happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me-he, happy birthday to me.
Guess what? It's my birthday. I can hardly believe it was this day, one year ago, that the hairdresser set to my hair with the thinning scissors with great gusto and wrecked it.
That this day, 44 years ago, my mother set off to hospital only to be told it was a false alarm. So she decided the best thing to do on the way home would be to eat a meat pie or two. Only to arrive home and discover that no, it wasn't a false alarm. So back to hospital where she tells me she spent a night regretting the pie eating decision.
I've been out to breakfast with my girls, Kimba and Lizzie. This meant Lizzie missing school, but as it was only sport and extreme frisbie at that, I thought it wouldn't matter much. I mean they don't even have dogs. In the movies no one ever plays frisbie without a dog.
Anyway in honour of me I shall share a trip down memory lane. So here is me looking gorgeous.
And here is me going to the beach. Get outta my way. I wonder if I ever had a new pair of swimmers or always hand me downs.
Here is me with my one true love, Pink Teddy. You can just see him in the botton right corner.
Here is me with Pink Teddy last year. Not so pink anymore
Here is me with my eldest sister. My mother was going through a scottish phase I presume. I don't know why I had that awful haircut.
And here is me during my athletics phase. I used to be a runner. Fast. This is me with my sisters. This one always gives me a laugh. You have to wonder why our mother didn't say 'please girls, what is up with those outfits?'