Firstly, a big thank you to everyone who sent me an e-card or message. I even received flowers! OK - it was a picture that Chris had taken but they were very beautiful never the less and it made me laugh, nearly as much as some of the e-cards I got sent. It must be the modern day version of pressed flowers, I can't kill them that's for sure.

I was made to feel very special and it certainly made me think how lucky I am to have ‘net friends. They play just as important part in my life as my every day friends – maybe more so, because with them I can be truly myself. Poor buggers!

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We went to Telford on Saturday, Himself thought I could find a present in the shopping centre there, heaven forbid he could find something for me. He has a fear of buying me presents – it fills him with panic, he claims he doesn’t know what I’d want or what I’d like. He’s only known me for 27 years after all.

As per usually I wasn’t in the mood to shop and this time he gave in and we ended up at Ironbridge instead.

We didn’t visit any of the museums – just walked around the Victorian town and the surrounding countryside. The bridge has under gone repairs during the winter but it was open to the public again and these days you don't have to pay to cross it.

It’s a truly beautiful place and the only thing that spoils the view is the Power Station's cooling chimneys.

On the way back we stopped for a meal. Himself did start to moan that he hadn't brought me a present until I pointed out that I’d enjoyed my surprise day out way more than a shopping trip – he could get me a present next week, it would make my Birthday last a bit longer that way.


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Sunday morning Himself decided to surprise me with a Birthday breakfast in bed. The full works – bacon, sausage, scrambled egg, beans, mushrooms and toast. I think I covered up my look of horror incredibly well. I don’t always eat breakfast, but when I do it's two rounds of toast with Marmite, not a banquet. I ate some of the egg and beans with the toast and for a while I was left wondering what the hell I could do with the rest - no way could I face eating it and not because it looked awful - he'd done a great job at cooking. The cat turned up and polished off some of the bacon but even then the plate still looked very full. I found a carrier bag in the computer room in the end and emptied most of the remaining food into that, I then disposed of it in the dustbin later in the day. The lengths I go to not to hurt anyone’s feelings.

The rest of the day was taken up with family and friends – I got a couple of comments about being miserable not wanting to go out but I chose to ignore them. It’s an age thing, I’m now officially a grumpy old woman. Actually it was a Supermarket Birthday – I’m 21 again really, but it was a buy one get one free year.