Yesterday we celebrated my Grandfather's 90th Birthday. That makes him pretty much the oldest person I know, but despite this he managed to stay awake right through his party, while my Dad and Uncle fell asleep on the couch.
Today is his actual Birthday, and my brother, Matt's 22nd Birthday. We had a Birthday dinner for him last night (after Granddad's thing) since he's working today. My Mum bought him bathroom scales as a gift. I was officially horrified, though he didn't seem too offended, and I'm now scared to even find out what she got me for my Birthday, which is tomorrow. She assured me she did not get me scales (thank God) but she has in previous years bought me a leather bag (that's dead cow, people) and tickets to a concert I couldn't even go to. So I actually wouldn't mind if she got me no gift at all, that might be best! So I don't want to turn 25! Mid twenties just sounds scary anyway, like an age where you're meant to have figured more things out than this. But instead of getting philosophical, I'm going to get offline and do a million things now.
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