FSFFS

Even my computer knows it's my birthday. I ask you, and Google claim not to be spying on people.

The only disadvantage to my new and wonderful life here on the Costa has to be that my birthday is in term time. That never happened before.

So I have come to school, armed with more of Mr. Morrison's cakes than you could poke a stick at, so that everybody on the staff (and there are quite a lot of us) gets a piece.

I opened some cards and some pressies first thing, but otherwise it will be business as usual and padel tonight.

And as for my age. Well, I used to be able to put the numbers the other way round and feel better.

Now I can't. FSFFS!