The Future is Orange

It’s my Birthday, I’ll moan if I want to!  Ben has taught Charlotte to say, “Don’t moan Mummy”. Well, I wouldn’t have anything to whinge about if you picked up your dirty pants, wet towels and washed up occasionally!!

Charlotte has been trying to guess my age. She has said, “You are not 2, you are not 3 and you are not 21”. Thanks Princess.

Thinking back to my 21^st Birthday, I remember a band called the OJs serenaded me with “You’ve lost that loving feeling”.  What fun, carefree days and then rushing off to Ibiza to work as a rep.

I actually went out on Saturday night! Yes, what fun it was.  I felt excited and liberated getting ready and on route saw the girls in their high heels and the boys in their stripy shirts and jeans. Nothing changes. So, my night out was a 50^th Wedding Anniversary but it still counts as I had a great boogie in between watching Tom Daley win a fabulous bronze medal. 

So, as my birthday treat, I want to treat myself to some Botox but will have to wait until Charlotte goes to school next year and we no longer have to pay twice our mortgage in nursery fees.

I can’t complete my blog without a rant. This time it is about old people. Well not all old people as most of them are cute, but this one lady really pissed me off. It was in the Slug and Lettuce on the day of my birthday lunch when this lady commented about Charlotte’s hair when we were in the ladies loo!  She then proceeded to say that she had ginger hair the same colour before she had gone grey and how much she hated it. “It was horrible” she said over and over again. Poor little Charlotte just looked sad and confused as normally people compliment her on her ginger locks. I asked this lady if she had dyed it. She said she hadn’t but longed for mousey brown hair. No offence to anyone with mousey brown hair, but that says it all. Gingers rule!!!!