I can't quite comprehend that I am a fully fledged 'grown-up' because for most of the time I really don't feel like one. I'm always telling myself that once I become a grown-up I will start to take things a bit more seriously and calm down a bit. But it hasn't happened yet. I wonder if it ever does? or are we, even at ninety-five still only 19 inside?
Anyway - it's in the next couple of weeks - and all gifts of cap guns, skipping ropes, comics, and bags of sweets would be gratefully received. Seriously I would love to get a cap gun for my birthday!!!!