As ever I'm intimately touched.
As per fucking usual I came down with a migraine that spanned five days the following day (say what you like but I had ONE GLASS of white wine which isn't a trigger, I did have an aura for several days beforehand though).
The day itself was remarkably uneventful and Efforts were made (gingerbread latte cake is fucking boss, even more so when soaked in double cream <3 ). I was a bit spoiled, lots of good food, fancy food, pair of Converse All Stars (foot boats), silky pyjamas, new running shirt, money from the rents, new handbag and the serendipitous discovery of where the fuck I'd stashed my mini-collection of botrytised wines.