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Yesterday:
Me - it's four bloody years of blipping tomorrow, I can't just do another wonky skyline. I don't have time for any of this and also I think I should be getting more blasé about these things. Sod it, I'll just do a wonky skyline.

Daisy- I will organise it, it will be a secret

Me: do I need to take a back up wonky skyline just in case?

Daisy: no, it's a secret

And then, bless her golden little heart, she had to do double the effort because the dog ate the first cake and she had to go and get another one. And I have red roses, it is a special day after all.

With the lurky Will in the background.

There is literally nothing else I have done every day for four years that I am not paid to do, or compelled to do to stay alive or end up obliged to do because I can't get out of it (that might be the parenting bit). Am quite proud of myself. Although, it is now so routine, it really takes very little effort. You are not allowed to say this is clearly evident from any aspect of my journal.

I think I wouldn't bother if it wasn't for the nice bit of chit chat, so thanks for that.