My birthday.
My head hurts, but we went to Claridges last night and also for drinks in Camden and also somehow flashing people from the bridge at 11:59 to celebrate the end of MY BIRTHDAY. How I got from martinis in The Foyer at Claridges to pulling my top up in a public place, I'll never know. Although, perhaps one equates the other. My birthday. Six cakes. Lovely lovely things.