Thanky lots. I was quite looking forward to hitting 40, but last night I was ill all night long. Didn't know whether to sit on the pan or stick my head down it
It wouldn't have been so bad if I'd have been out drinking
Well Mrs Miff had gone to great trouble to arrange a secret party at YELLOWS in Norwich. I had an inkling she was up to something.
However, as I was so ill, I was a grumpy bastid. I was also unable to eat much at all (which made me grumpier). This is MOST unlike me, as I'm generally a happy-go-lucky kind of chappie, and despite my waif like build, I do LOVE my food
She wasn't impressed. I really was touched by the effort she had gone to, getting people there on time (some are ALWAYS late for events) and getting everyone to keep things secret.
I think she's nearly forgiven me. The night was still a good 'un though. I DID enjoy it. Just not as much as I normally would have