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Friday, October 8, 2010
Happy Birthday, Madette
Today I've had my quota of believing six impossible things before breakfast.
First, it was my birthday yesterday and I cannot believe my age. But I downed it before breakfast.
Secondly, I share my birthday (date and year) with Vladimir Putin. What was that strange and bitter taste?
Thirdly, that Spottie the Git decided to wake me up at 02:31 to have a wander outside. Needed a cup of tea for that one.
Fourthly, the Labour party had a choice of two Millipedes and chose the wrong one. I swallowed that one with a banana which may have something to do with the decision.
Fifthly, Madette is 29 years old today. Gulp.
Lastly, and this really is hard to chew. A bit like Shredded Wheat. You can chew it for hours but it will never get past the tonsils. Tomorrow, Madette will be exactly the same age I was when she was born.
Chance made you my daughter; love made you my friend