All my friends that I chat to will know I went to a charity ball in Londaon last night and that today is my birthday.

The ball was excellent and raised lots of cash for the childrens charity. At midnight, our table had champagne and they sang happy birthday to me.

10 minutes later I am in the ladies, crying my eyes out - why? Up until then, I had been having a great time. Me and my friend who came with me, bought some (2 bottles) wine and went back to my room where we sat and talked till 3am

I woke up this morning with a streaming cold, a really chesty cough which will be bronchitis by

...was never going to be a good day.

It's my birthday (anyone bored with hearing that yet?) and I'm 40.

It wasn't the 40th celebration I would have hoped for but at least it was a family day.

Breakfast in bed (which consisted of half a Thorntons Chocolate cake) and then off to the cinema to see Ratatouille (again). Then shopping for new stuff for M's (daughter) other bed room.

Now back at home (oh, but it isn't home is it, it's X2B's house now) and waiting for the time to go to the restaurant. Maybe back in time to see some of the Rugby World Cup final, who knows.

I've been close to tears all

...and I'm not an alcoholic.

OK, if you've been following the story so far but haven't reqd my blog post immediately before this, go read it now!!!

Having said I'm not an alcoholic I am a few drinks down due to the stresses of the day so forgive me if I make even less sense than usual.

Now that our daughter knows, it's time to reveal my true identity.

No, I'm not famous.

No, I'm not rich.

No, I'm not married anymore (well, I am, legally speaking, but that's just paperwork).

My name is Andrew and I am 40 years old tomorrow.

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me........

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