Birthday boy!

So far, so good (for me at least. Nick's pedal fell off on his way to work and he managed to send me 31 blank texts from his phone. Moral of that story - lock your keypad! Not as bad as the time he sent 18 to his brother who's mobile is registered in Italy...)

Boringly, I bought my divine husband a commuting bag which he can attach to his bike. Yawn. But it's what he wanted and it was surprisingly expensive! But - of course - it doesn't fit the rack on his bike. Despite the manager of the bike shop assuring me that this bag would fit any bike rack. Hmm.

I also resisted the pant option and went for a rather posh Crabree & Evelyn shaving bowl. His previous one was on the point of extinction so I thought this was rather clever. And he did a good job of seeming pleased! Extra brownie points were awarded as I'd got Oliver to scribble on his card which he loved.

N's mother and father sent a jumper that's too big (plus a cheque for £100 so not all bad). His brother sent a CD (from Italy, cracked case). And that was it for presents! My parents and grandmas sweetly sent money, but it's not the same as ripping revolting wrapping paper off a random gift is it?

Anyway, we have our first night out on the town in Bristol tonight. Lovely lady over the road is babysitting. I fear O may wake as he's being rather pesky with teeth at the moment... Hope it doesn't put her off for good.

We weasled our way into a brilliant playgroup this morning quite by chance, for being 'genuinely' new to the area and contacting them within a month of arriving! I hope the 86 other mums on the waiting list don't find out about that... no telling please.

Oh, and a bit of tooth fell out at breakfast. I thought it was a particularly hard grain in the granary but unfortunately not. So I've now got to find an NHS dentist. Needle and haystack spring to mind...

Over and out. Mwah mwah.