I celebrated my birthday at the weekend.
I think I’m getting worse as I get older. And so are all my mates who are mums.
We don’t have an off button.
I think I’m 17 again, but I can’t bounce back from a night on the shots as I could 20 years ago.
And the beer induced injuries take loads longer to heal these days.
So, this is a painfully short blog to mirror my painfully broken body.
I can’t write my own name this evening.
Let alone a blog post.