The Birthday Girl!!

I can't believe my baby girl is 4 years old today. Gosh, they grow up so fast!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCY LIU xxx

The Fatkins Diet - You Won't Lose Weight but You'll Have a Great Time!

Nothing too exciting to report I'm afraid. Even though it was my birthday on Saturday I had a fairly quiet weekend. The above title came from the very appropriate card Nickers from Work got me. Below I have listed some of the very thoughtful presents I received. See if you can spot a pattern:

• Luxury biscuits
• a new mug for my new job
• a multi pack of Flakes
• 4 cans of Vimto
• a massive bar of Dairy Milk
• some cupcakes
• a multi pack of Twirls
• 4 bags of sweets
• comedy cupcake cases

Below I have listed what's left:

• Comedy cupcake cases

On Saturday night I watched the film Shutter Island which I thought was v good. If you like psychological thriller type films, you'll probably like this. Please let me know your thoughts if you have seen it.

Yesterday I was reading Look magazine and read an article about mother & daughter business partnerships. One such pair was Clare O'Connell and her mum Judith who run a cake company called Pop Bakery from their house in London.

It sounded interesting so I just googled it (did I mention I heart Google?) and discovered that they make these really pretty mini cakes called pops, because they are like little a cake on a lollipop stick! Although made in London, they can deliver anywhere in the UK.......Now where did I put that birthday money?

For He's A Jolly Good Fellow

The weekend was mainly spent doing two things:

1) Recovering from El Boozio Cruisio

2) Celebrating birthdays galore

First of all, happy birthday to my sister Fiver and congratulations for managing a night out on the town that did not end with me having to scoop you off some pavement, bring you back to my house and nurse you back to life.

Secondly well done for sharing your birthday with the wild party celebrations for our Grandad, who turns 90 tomorrow!

Our Grandad is one of the most legendary people you could ever hope to meet. No word of a lie, he only retired about 5 years ago, he still has a razor sharp sense of humour and takes great delight in winding everyone up. Qualities, which I'm sure you can appreciate, make him a fun person to spend time with.

In the bungalow complex where he lives, mainly surrounded by single ladies, he's widely regarded as hot stuff. Many a time I've called round there to be told by his wife that he's down "helping Pearl change a light bulb" or similar, and when he goes away on his coach holidays all the women ask his wife if she minds them having a dance with him.

Recently I took my nephew down to visit him and as is common in these situations, spent most of the time on the edge of my seat as three year old Squiffy wandered round their living room fingering all the antiques. At one point he looked up, towards a pair of porcelain sitting dogs and beckoned at me to get them down for him to no doubt obliterate. As I shook my head and tutted "NO!", my Grandad piped up with "I should watch that dog, if I were you. He ate child not much smaller than you last week".

Having grown up on farms, my Grandad was my first point of advice when me and Mr G discovered mice in our house. Having told me what I needed to do, a few days later he rang me up to see if I'd "caught enough mice to make him a fur coat yet"!

Last time we went down to see him me and my sister Hazel had to take some kettle or something my Mum had bought him, and he said to tell her he would give her some money for it when he next saw her. Then he said "and when I see her, I'll ask her if you two passed on that twenty quid I gave you for her". I'll say it again, he's NINETY tomorrow!

Like many people of his age, he's seen his share of tragedies, but since the arrival of his three great grandchildren and overcoming a few minor health problems (such as pneumonia, and lung cancer probably brought on by smoking since the age of about three), you can tell he's become a bit of a softie. But it still makes him squirm when I say goodbye and tell him "I love you Grandad", even though I know he loves it really!

Just in case this ends up in the Herald (you never know these days!)...Happy 90th Birthday Reg. I hope you enjoy the giant pasty I've cooked for you, and no, it is not made with mouse meat you cheeky sod. 
I LOVE YOU!! X X X

I Am 1!

Yes.

12 months ago I had the daft idea of setting up my own blog. OK, so I have not managed to appear on Friday Night With Johnathan Ross, nor has Drew Barrymore signed on the dotted line to play me in the film about the blog, and I don't have a book deal. None of these things have happened YET.

It doesn't mean they won't - except I think Johnathan Ross is leaving the BBC so I might have to sub that goal for something else.

Anyway, there have still been plenty of successes along the way for this crazy girl from Plymouth who decided one day that she saw herself as the Westcountry's answer to Carrie Bradshaw. Or perhaps more realistically, Bridget Jones.

Thank you for continuing to read! I'm still enjoying twittering away about random nonsense and am hoping for some more exciting doors to open over the coming 12 months. 

First of all, I WILL secure my first celebrity follower.

Second, I'm going to launch a fragrance.

Third, I'll design my own fashion line inspired by Jessica Fletcher's outfits in Murder, She Wrote.

And finally, I shall accomplish world peace.