I hate Birthdays. Not other peolpe's of course, just my own. Yes, I turned 25 today, and I'm hating every minute of it. I hate being asked what I want, when they already know that I have no idea. I don't plan inadvance what I want for my birthday each year. I don't go round shops and think "Oh, that'll be nice to have as a birthday present." Normally if I see something that I like, I'll buy it, or put it on my to buy list. Therefore this year, I have ended up with a new watch, and for my car - a new tax disc holder, a foot pump, a wheel wrench, a tyre pressure gauge, and tommorrow I'll be getting a tool box to put them in, so they can be stored in the boot of my car. Not exactly everyone's idea of a brilliant birthday present, but I'm chuffed with them. I don't like flowers, or chocolates for my birthday, they're not useful, and, in the case of chocolates, can't be eaten. I do have to say that I was happy with the 2 note books given to me by my colleagues last year. they have been put to great use recently, holding ideas for my new book. So now tonight I have to go to a darts presentation evening to pick up NO tropies. I'm not kidding, our team didn't win a single trophy, not even for being runners-up. We'll still have a good night, and get drunk though. Well, mum will, I'll have 2 Tia Maria's with diet coke, and then be on diet coke all night! Will blog all about it tommorrow.