Dear 40 , Entry #2

Happy Birthday to me , Happy Birthday to me, I feel exactly the same , Happy Birthday to me.

 Its here. I am 40. About an hour ago.  A little anti climactic actually.  Finding it hard to write today, yesterday it was all pouring out of me. Maybe Today I dont have to say too much

Hello 40,

Dinner with Family tonight. Suprised and delighted by dinner with my love last night. White table cloth dinner with my favourite wine in our camper van. The MOST romantic thing that has ever happened to me for certain. You dont have to get it.

Hello 40 this should be a good year. Here's to us.

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