It's my birthday! Today! I'm thirty two years old! And I'm going to use exclamation marks all day!
On this day, thirty two years ago, I was born in a hospital in London, and there began the story of my life.... Oh gawd no, I'm not really going to bore you with the details of my life story. Not today anyway. But here's a cute baby picture for good measure.
Wish #1: These past few weeks (touching wood) we've seen a glimmer of hope in the sleeping-through-the-night department. Please, universe, let this be the start of many, many long, uninterrupted nights of sleep over the coming year.
Wish #2: Universe, you know me and my fondness for rich food and wine. Well, it's December, and December officially marks the beginning of my month-long indulgence fest. I try to be good most of the year, honest I do, but in this month of merriness, I'd like to enjoy the highly fattening cheeses, cookies, cakes and wine, without gaining fifty pounds. And since I just bought myself a new pair of jeans and since it would be awesome if they still fit me in January, do you think you could do me this one small favour and magically erase the calories this one time?
Wish #3: A birthday cake. Not just any cake, but one like this one my Mum used to make me as a girl.