Birthday fun

I love my birthday, its a reason to have cake and enjoy time with friends. This year I decided that my cake must be a cube and orange (in colour, not flavour). I think I managed it (although its not a perfect cube).


A few weeks ago my mother decreed that my very ugly third generation hand-me-down chair had to go. I'm not terribly attached to the chair but it was very comfortable and Ogham the cat really enjoyed it.


My mother doesn't often comment on my home decor choices (except for the bike hanging on the wall) but seeing as she and Dad were willing to foot the bill for a new chair, I was willing to listen.

After a great deal of anxiety and self doubt I chose a new chair. I really like it but unfortunately much of its early time here in its new home was spent helping me recover from wrenching my ankle. Tip: Take care when rushing on the stairs with a vacuum cleaner in pre-party haste.