Well, no. It's not my birthday today, but I still got a birthday present! From my sister and her hubby. I'll show you what was in it later. I'm just about to run off to work.
What is it about parcel deliveries that they must be carried out before you are properly clothed and fit to open the door to anyone, let alone complete strangers? It happens every bloody time and I have to scramble to put something on and straighten my hair. Some kind of sod's law? Or does it just mean that I need to start getting properly dressed as soon as I get out of bed?
Anyway, off I go. I hope I can stay awake; I couldn't fall asleep last night.