Birthday cake

Celtic warrior woman succumbs to chocolate

It was my birthday, Miranda brought a massive chocolate cake to the pub and everyone had some-although I made a point of making as much mess as I could when I was nomming it! It reminded me of a game my brother and I played with ice cream when we were really little-get as much of it on your face as possible would have been a good name for it. The sequel would have been 'then try to lick it off your own face' but that part was more necessity than game.

It was a great day, I picked a pub that I'm comfortable in and has a good jukebox and stayed there while I had a constant dribble of good friends and people that I actually wanted to see rather than trying to organise a big night out with everyone that I've ever met attending because I started a group on facebook. I've spent the last 29 years sorting making new and binning rubbish friends and I think I have the correct mix now. I like having fewer but better quality and I can tell you, my friends now are the best in the world. I know that none of them actually read this blog, in fact, I'm pretty sure that no-one reads this blog apart from maybe some randoms that have stumbled upon it via google or bing-hello by the way. But I want to say here; Thanks for taking the photo Mirry and bringing the cake and thanks to everyone else who showed their face, even if it was just for a short time.