I get to work to find a birthday card sitting on my computer keyboard. The card included a "30" badge. *grumble*, *grumble*.
And then Emilio (the guy who's job it is to keep track of birthdays and organise cards, etc) decides he wants some cake, and goes out a buys one, using the fact that it's mine and Eileen's birthday as an excuse. So I had a piece of iced Marble Cake.
After work I do a quick change, and Scott picks me up for the drive over to
Dinner was excellent, as usual (Beef and vegetable soup, and Moroccan chicken with rice and vegetables). There was also, of course, a birthday cake, a homemade chocolate sponge cake with strawberries, bananas, smarties and yogurt.
Hmm, three birthday cakes in two days? I think my friends like me.
And now that's over, how about I try and stick to my diet, ok?