Birth traumas

I've been blogging for an hour and half already and haven't even managed one post. Had a great time surfing around your sites though.

Today's my brother's birthday. Tomorrow's mine. We were born four years and 12 hours apart and there's a whole story behind the simple fact that my birthday is the day after his - and not the same day. Tell you some other time... since he doesn't know it and he might google in on me...

I've planned nothing for tomorrow. Feel a bit disappointed with myself on that front but I'm feeling flaked out right now so will just take it as it comes. Bud's bought a lovely bunch of flowers for me (and hidden them under the kitchen sink) and some creamy cakes to start the day off with (hidden in the fridge). He sprang into action just before the shops closed at five after finding me languishing in bed, complaining that HE had done nothing for my birthday either. Always good to have someone to blame occasionally...

And now the young guy two floors down is having a party. The beat is pulsating through the house. We're wondering if this is going to be a repeat of his birthday party last summer when the whole place was rocking until four in the morning.

Heh, man, it's MY birthday in one hour and twenty minutes time. Don't mess it up!