I received lots of lovely presents, including a giant Marmite money jar. It says it holds £200 in 5p pieces so I have decided to try and test this claim. I fear it may take me quite a long time though. I also got a Knit Your Own Ninja kit and have discovered that I am very bad at knitting. But I do dispute their claim that this is a beginners level kit; it clearly requires some actual knowledge of knitting before you start, and I am woefully lacking in that.
Finally, as long time readers of my journal will know, my birthday is the time for me to regale you with a poem of such epic brilliance it will make you weep tears of joy and cause all other poetry to be ruined for you for ever more.
Brace yourselves, here it comes...
To twenty six I bid farewell,
But I have no time to dwell.
Twenty seven's here instead,
And now I think I'm off to bed.
See, this is what happens when you get to be as old as I am. You spend your day knitting then go to bed at ten o'clock. All I need now is a cup of warm cocoa and a pair of fluffy socks and I'm set.