(posted by Mr. D.)
This year (this month, in fact) my beloved and I celebrated our 30th anniversary. Aaah.
Our daughter turned 21.
Our son stopped being a teenager. It was the first time for two years he’s been home to celebrate the day, which he shares with his mother. 20 years ago, I’d promised her a birthday present to remember and lying on her back, legs in the air, screaming for mercy, she had to agree with the midwife that it was different.
Come the summer, I reach 50. Can an atheist use the abbreviation OMG?
And today? My current company car is one year old! (An MG ZR 120 for the benefit of the petrolheads).
Parked up on the M25, I mentally calculated that with its previous 10 models stretching back to ’75, and at roughly 100,000 miles per car, I’ve clocked up over 1 million miles.
A one-man global warmer. Sorry, eco-warriors.
troubled diva 