Ian just sent me this gorgeous photo his friend Ben took when they went to the Montreal casino last week. It's made me badly pine for ice and snow...

As for me, the rest of this warm day is going to be spent trying to clean up our hovel of a home in preparation for my short-notice birthday party tomorrow night. I ask you, why the hell do I do this to myself? I thought "Ooh, what a great idea - I'll have a birthday party and it'll be all about me! Me, I tells ya, MEEEE!!!". And it turns out it is about me - me cleaning and cooking like a slave and me feeling inordinately anxious that noone will turn up and I'll be sitting by myself like Miss Haversham in a party hat singing 'Happy Birthday to meee...' and eating a whole birthday cake, and... Actually, I think it'll be a nice night - one of those everyone-i-want-there-noone-that-i-don't kinda parties, albeit a small one. So I'm off to the shop to buy some ingredients for the finger food, just like a good grown-up should... yeah, who am I kidding?


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