Happy Birthday to me!

It’s my birthday – I have reached the grand old age of 22, hurrah.

Apparently this means I’m meant to grow up and be an adult and do sensible things like work in an office and eat pizza with a knife a fork.

I don’t think so.

I like being silly, I like making things up and writing them down, I like sitting on the floor and playing with my daughter’s building blocks and  I REALLY like eating pizza with my hands and getting covered in cheese. I’m not giving that up just for a number.

I also love presents and the prospect of unwrapping lots later actually makes me feel like I’m six years old – the fact that my 11 month old daughter will be fighting me for the wrapping paper may contradict this but that’s a minor detail. For the rest of today I am six and I want to unwrap things, eat lots of food and have cake. Lots of cake. I do hope there’s cake…