Wednesday 2 November 2011: Early November...
...and the panic sets in.
While everyone else is starting to think about Christmas, we have FOUR major birthdays to contend with before then. I'm 37 and my sister 34 on November 22nd for starters. Sharing a birthday means I receive the same text each year. 'What present do you want? Because I want...' and she gets her order in. I can never think of anything, so this is usually followed by her sending another, threatening 'if you don't tell me soon you're not getting anything!'
My mum will be 62 (I think!) on November 29th. Matthew hits 13 on December 15th - I know, dreadful timing - and to top it all off, my dad will be 61 on New Year's Eve. The Barclaycard is quivering with fear. Christmas - urgh, I can't even think about it.
I had my hair cut (though you can't tell, apart from the stupid fringe that makes me look about ten) then spent some serious money on presents. I had a walk along the canal to check on my parents' house (they're in Cornwall, and have had lunch at Jamie Oliver's 'Fifteen at Watergate Bay' and are going to Rick Stein's next week - hard life, huh?!) and took this. Kind of bleak, but I like it.