|It's my birthday!
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
Ho yes it is. As it is midnight on my birthday and I am currently tucked up in bed with two purring cats, a cup of herb tea and a Folio edition of Robert Louis Stevenson's Travels with a Donkey rather than trying to pour as many drinks down my throat as possible while dancing to terrible music at a club I couldn't find again if I wanted to which I most certainly wouldn't whilst sober, I hereby declare myself old enough to use this icon, designed by the inimitable seismic.
I did, however, go out to have rum this evening in the company of the elegant and sultry machinery. We drank Sailor Jerry in one of those bars in Soho that's too cool to have a sign and talked of many things that will never be spoken of again, particularly not in the company of menfolk. After parting at Oxford Circus, I ran to the train at Cambridge. I happened to refresh Twitter when I sat down and discovered that rmc28 was on board. It would have been foolish to let the potential of such a random happenstance go unfulfilled, so we met on the platform. She was fresh from the Liberal Democrat conference and glowing with optimism. Since she had a large suitcase in tow and little non-adrenal energy remaining, we simply had a quick 10-minute chat. It was a nice little unexpected birthday present nonetheless.
And now, a picspam. Here I am on the train this morning.
Here I am helming Bertie the Yacht.
Here I am just after showering.
Here I am just before I leave work.
This is a rum and coke.
PS If you want to make me very happy today, you can contribute a photo to my post on multibeautiful.
PPS I'll have you know it was a real struggle to stay up to make this post. OLLLD.