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This year I most certainly milked my brithday for all it was worth and had myself four very lovely days which went something like this:

opening cards, receiving v.kind texts from people, being treated to lunch at Bill's by my boss, enduring the tube strike and disgusting weather, dinner and drinks with Mitch at Bodeans, half day at work on friday, cocktails and pizzas at earlham street clubhouse, bit of shopping, a friend throwing me an afternoon tea on saturday, chilli-dogs and beer at the florence in the evening, a trip to Essex on sunday to see Mitch's parents who took us out for lunch at the quaintest little pub in the village of Much Hadam, watching the Wolf of Wall Street last night when we got back to Brixton.

As you can probably see, I basically just drank and ate A LOT. And it was bloody marvellous.