This morning I was choosing clothes to wear: black trousers, of course, then I took out my new black cheat shirt, looked at myself and thought “naaaah”. Instead, I wore the plum/maroon version of the shirt. What’s happening to me?! Am I, perhaps, getting old? Too old to feel comfortable in all black (well, except the white cuffs and collar)? :shock:

I reached double dozen today. Yay me. Grandma and grandpa got me Carrie (the S.K. book), and I got Sudoku book and coffee flavoured filled chocolates from Mum and Dad (Dad also got me a cell phone pouch). We also had some chocolate ice cream cake. Lovely.