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They say it’s my birthday!
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Well happy birthday to may!

I’m twenty nine today, and I don’t mean that in a
“Haha! Yes, twenty-nine again ”
type way- I am genuinely 29. Clinging on, just, to the cliff face of my 20s- whilst the deep, dark valley of 30 looms beneath.

Whilst I don’t really want to die, I do feel like this is about as old as I want to get- last night I decided to just have an early night rather than raving in an abandoned graveyard to white label Drill’n'Bass records (or whatever it is kids do on Thursday nights), and as Emma kindly pointed out- I’m already old enough to have to sit down before I can put on my shoes.

Then again of course there are so many wonderful things I have to come in my life, wedding gifts, free upgrades on the flight to my honeymoon, producing offspring that I can thrash on Wii tennis, compound interest, the sweet release of the grave.
It’s all beer and skittles from here, I predict. Everything’s coming up Creegan.