It's The Chancellor's Birthday

Last year's economy cake.

Yes as you can probably tell by the title The Chancellor turns 45 31 today. So happy birthday to her and I can categorically tell you that she is not getting a party. Last year I threw a surprise party that almost killed me to organise but a fabulous time was had by all. And I couldn't have done it without some very kind friends who helped with everything. We sorted a gazebo and a couple of bbqs and she had no idea that most of her family were there as were many of our good friends. It was a fantastic day.

This year has been a slightly quieter affair but we have had a nice lunch with Funny Mummy and Power Lifter Mummy (again she doesn't power lift, her husband does) and I will be cooking a Michelin star Morrison's Saver dinner this evening. So not all is a bust. Though the cake this year (as I have no income) is smaller than last year's or maybe it's just what's left of last year's, I can't be sure. She won't know the difference with some cream on top.

I'm not sure where a year has gone as the party seems like recent history for me but I almost have to pinch myself to remind me that it was a year ago. A YEAR, bloody hell. The wee man has gone from a short haired baby to a long haired toddler. I've gone from a slim tanned man to a plump pasty man and the The Chancellor has stayed lovely and is still as pretty as ever (insert vomit face or get a room face right here).

So happy birthday and it's a another step closer to 40 love.

jpr