Well, this has been the most eventful birthday I have had. Ever. Or most significant, at least.

Ren and I are now offically twenty-five (go us!), and Mum kept up the tradition of taking us (and Fiona and Millie and Miranda) out to lunch. About halfway though the meal I had this weird feeling, which I brushed off at first, but then it happened ( Read more... )

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I love my family to bits, but between the various events (a double helping of just about everything and now I have in-laws to consider)... the Christmas hols were exhausting. At least at the beginning, because the past three days have been exactly what my system has needed to recharge the batteries, so to speak ( Read more... )

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After a couple days of delay (work related stuff, of course), I'm back from Lisbon and am living in London once again.

My little brother is absolutely heartbroken, I'm sure. But hey, he did well for himself. I still have a flat to come back to. And he even cleaned up (though I think Abby might have helped him with that one), so I really can't ( Read more... )

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Six days from now, I will be settling into a flat in Lisbon. So yes, I'm missing Valentine's. That does upset me a little. The ambassador asked me to go with him to Portugal while he attends to some business there and since it's basically my job to jump when he says jump (not to mention that I would be incredibly thick to pass up this chance ( Read more... )

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