The world has orbited the Sun once more. It is my birthday. I am now 23. Yes, an achievement. Whoop.
So, please, leave your well-wishes and what not here so that I can ignore them all in one place. No facebook messages or texts. No emails or phone calls. There are only a few people I’ll forgive for such annoyances and you aren’t one of them - they don’t read this blog and I’m seeing them all tonight.
Right. Thats it. Piss off now.
Oh, and thanks to Hannah for the fried breakfast in bed this morning. I’m not sure which I prefer more - the poached eggs and beans on toast or the cool firesteel she got me. Either way, I’m full to the brim and looking forward to a weekend of going through my survival stuff and re-reading Ray Mears.
Out.
You just want more comments on here don’t you?
Well…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
You’re only about 9 and a half months older then me and eventually I’ll catch you up.