Same Old, Same Old

posted at 10:29:38
By Flipping Heck!

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I'm really wondering why I bother celebrating birthdays now. I can't recall ever having a particularly good one for one reason or another and so I was assuming that this year would be no different.

I was pleasantly surprised on arriving at the Local that about 30 of my mates had turned up to help me celebrate in a rather drunken fashion which was greatly helped due to a couple of bottles of champagne I bought and a rather brilliant card I was given that featured an interactive drinking game (note to self - no more tequila until next year).

All was going swimmingly until the boyfried decided to throw all of his toys out of his pram as I wasn't giving him enough attention - which was a bit difficult as I was in circulating party hostess mode. Trying to explain this received a petulant look, a "you don't like me any more" moan and a "we need to talk" to which I replied (quite reasonably I thought) that he was right but I certainly wasn't going to do it on my birthday and could it wait until tomorrow.

Well, obviously it couldn't as he went storming off out of the the pub, and then the village.
I did what any aggrieved person would do on their special day and got outlandishly rat-arsed

On Sunday I received a text that stated "Sorry".

Nothing More.

I did wonder which bit he was sorry for but I really couldn't be arsed to find out.

Ho-Hum - back on the singledom wagon again it seems

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