Pressure for pleasure.

It was my birthday yesterday, to be honest it was a pretty miserable day.
I've never had the birthdays you're apparently supposed to. Everyone seems to think you should be bouncing off the walls with excitement and have an action packed day ahead of you but I invariably seem to miss the invitations to these things
As a child I remember hoping it would soon be over - as in my birthday, not life, I wasn't that gloomy a child! :)
I think being born on my brother's birthday may have had some influence on how unexciting I've found birthdays. It's not much fun when you feel like you've intruded on someone else's party.

I didn't have parties for any of my big birthdays and apparently my family has never thought I needed one as despite me organising theirs they have never returned the compliment.

But then.....

I made my own family and my two gorgeous girls came home from school with hugs and kisses, presents they had picked themselves and then took themselves off to the kitchen to bake me this...


Despite a couple of family members doing their upmost to pretty much ensure I wasn't going to have a great day I'd just like to thank my gorgeous small people and my online family who let me know in so many ways that someone thinks I do matter.