Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear daughter
Happy birthday to you!
This evening’s phone call was fun.
The big present (from her mum) is a mobile phone.
Yay!
(I don’t know why I said ‘yay!’ there; it just seemed appropriate)
I love her and I miss her (I’m talking about my daughter here) and I know she’s the sharpest thing since very sharp things were invented but why oh why oh why has her mother bought her a mobile phone? She lives in an incredibly remote village in 19th Century Spain, ffs!
Well.
What do I know?
Not enough, obviously.
But happy birthday my not so little B.
Miss you.
B.