Happy birthday to me! I would love to regale you with a moment of wisdom from my 34 years on the planet. Hmmmmm, let me see:
You got to know when to hold ’em,
Know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and
know when to run.
If I am quick, do you think I can get away with pretending that was me? I reckon, I don’t think anyone else noticed.
My main present was a really nice pair of walking boots, which will encourage me onto greater feats (feets?) of walking and general getting my arse off the sofa a bit more.
I’m actually quite happy to be 34 now I think about it, I could ideally do with having my waistline from the December of my first year at college, but other than that, I think this is about as good as I have got thus far. Life is pretty good. I may check the hairline tonight mind.