At around 1:30am There was a whispering song of happy birthday drifting into my ears by little lady who decide to wake up, today I am 39, but inside I am probably about 17, I feel no different, although my skin tells me otherwise, with its lines creeping in and strange texture.
It really is just another day where my hair has other plans and kids take pictures of the cats butt hole and use it as my phone screen saver, ahh the laughter, now for the washing up! But the sun is shining so it’s a good day in my eyes