Every year I think to myself "I'm not going to have much of a birthday." You must understand, this is not said in a mopey depressive tone, just in a slightly apathetic one. Yet, every year, without fail, I am completely astounded by the oodles and oodles of love showered upon me in celebration of my own little anniversary. It ever comes as a complete surprise that I have so many beautiful and caring friends around me. This year their appreciation of everything Lindsey was displayed in the form of their many and varied gifts.
Pyjamas and slippers, notebooks and yarn, silver tea-scoops and embroidered brooches, snuggly mohair jumpers and home-made body scrubs ... the list continues; and so does my gratitude.