It's my birthday...

It's December.
It's summer.
I'm twenty-nine today.

Crazy busy day at work - wouldn't have been right to be able to take it easy, would it? No... we had 18 inpatients, 2 ward reviews, one kid who has more pus than I previously thought possible, one complicated sick kid who needed lots of tests and eventually got transferred out and a couple of families who speak no english at all. The joys of phone interpreters... so unsatisfactory...

Anyway, enough of the whinging. One of the good things about this job is that it's very shift-orientated and means you rarely have to stay too late as there's always someone to take over. Five-thirty and I was out of there.

Have been out tonight for a delicious Greek meal with J, Joey and Stevie Babes. A smaller dinner than normal as the bops are in Barcelona but, still, lots of fun and laughter - a top night. And to top it all off, I got some great presents. From J, some panniers, a new helmet and bike seat (now set for our post-Christmas ride!). From the parentals - a lovely bunch of flowers, some cashola to buy some clothes and to get one of my photos blown up and framed (now just have to work out which one to choose!! Suggestions?). Am very lucky!! It's almost worth getting older... ;)

Got Joey to take a picture of J and I after dinner as the last good one we have together is about three years old now. Quite like this.

On a separate note... Tony Abbott?!?!?!? The liberals must really be imploding to sink to that... K Rudd will be loving it.