But I know how old I am, and I'm not pleased.
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
That baby again
Time for another baby pic. A cheery thing for a January day. I hate January because (a) it's a horrible month and (b) February comes next, and with it, my birthday. I have a friend who never tells anyone how old she is. Even her son doesn't know. I think this must be wonderfully liberating, because she just is.