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Happy birthday to me. I think.
During the night, I woke up a few times to find Mike in the loo, and then in the loo, and then still in the loo, and then shivering piteously in bed.
When he started to make 'must get up noises' at 7am, I womanfully told him to go back to sleep, and went to feed the boys, and Next Door's horse, and Next Door's cats. As he was still asleep later, I went and did the mucking out. "Ah well," I thought as I carefully placed it on a hay bale in the barn, "at least the girls have provided a nice fresh egg for Special Birthday Breakfast." (We were, bizarrely, Out Of Eggs: a combination of my mostly using them up before we went away, telling the sitter he could have as many as were laid, baking a cake after we got back, and having Toad In The Hole for dinner last night, delayed from the previous day due to the egg shortage.)
When I'd finished the yard, I went back to retrieve my egg and found it missing. I checked under the hay bale, and on the floor around it, but there was no sign of it. I suspect that Jodie's brief wander about the barn followed by an uncharacteristic trip back to the front garden may have something to do with my lack of Special Birthday Breakfast.
Still, birthday presents awaited! We headed back into the house, to find Mike emerging from the loo. "I couldn't find the wrapping paper..." he said, sadly. "It's where it always is, on the shelves above my desk," I replied, "other than the roll that's right *there* next to my desk from when I wrapped my Grandad's present yesterday."
There was a small stack of presents and cards on the sofa. My mother and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pixiejuice had sent me cards! pixiejuice's presents were even wrapped, in Amazon's finest! Mike had got me the new(ish) Oysterband CD and a new video game!
It's a good job I'm too old for birthdays....
;)
To be fair, I had actually already had my birthday present from Mike, hammocks being more useful before the end of August than after it. And it is a lovely sunny day. And at least Mike now feels well enough to go to Tesco, so I don't have to go out and buy my own Special Birthday Dinner! And, also for the good, Jodie has been favouring one of her back legs but seems to be fine again now.
Edit: And *then* I make a *perfectly* reasonable whingy LJ post and the comments fill up with people hoping that Mike feels better soon! Hmph, I say. Hmph.
When he started to make 'must get up noises' at 7am, I womanfully told him to go back to sleep, and went to feed the boys, and Next Door's horse, and Next Door's cats. As he was still asleep later, I went and did the mucking out. "Ah well," I thought as I carefully placed it on a hay bale in the barn, "at least the girls have provided a nice fresh egg for Special Birthday Breakfast." (We were, bizarrely, Out Of Eggs: a combination of my mostly using them up before we went away, telling the sitter he could have as many as were laid, baking a cake after we got back, and having Toad In The Hole for dinner last night, delayed from the previous day due to the egg shortage.)
When I'd finished the yard, I went back to retrieve my egg and found it missing. I checked under the hay bale, and on the floor around it, but there was no sign of it. I suspect that Jodie's brief wander about the barn followed by an uncharacteristic trip back to the front garden may have something to do with my lack of Special Birthday Breakfast.
Still, birthday presents awaited! We headed back into the house, to find Mike emerging from the loo. "I couldn't find the wrapping paper..." he said, sadly. "It's where it always is, on the shelves above my desk," I replied, "other than the roll that's right *there* next to my desk from when I wrapped my Grandad's present yesterday."
There was a small stack of presents and cards on the sofa. My mother and
pixiejuice had sent me cards! pixiejuice's presents were even wrapped, in Amazon's finest! Mike had got me the new(ish) Oysterband CD and a new video game!It's a good job I'm too old for birthdays....
;)
To be fair, I had actually already had my birthday present from Mike, hammocks being more useful before the end of August than after it. And it is a lovely sunny day. And at least Mike now feels well enough to go to Tesco, so I don't have to go out and buy my own Special Birthday Dinner! And, also for the good, Jodie has been favouring one of her back legs but seems to be fine again now.
Edit: And *then* I make a *perfectly* reasonable whingy LJ post and the comments fill up with people hoping that Mike feels better soon! Hmph, I say. Hmph.