In case the title hasn’t given it away, yesterday was my birthday. And a lovely day it was too. My boyfriend treated me to breakfast in bed (Coco Pops and a cuppa – the boy knows me well) and then I opened my birthday cards and presents. I got some new flip flops, a book, some Body Shop hand cream and a DVD featuring the two Coreys. The boy done good.
So I had a bit of a strange encounter on my way home from work yesterday. It was chucking it down with rain. I was walking through the city, with my umbrella up (as, like anyone else who uses an umbrella in the Brighton rain, I like to still get wet but battle with gale force winds). So my vision was slightly obscurred but I did notice a hand just in front carrying a little wooden cage. As I looked closer, I realised that inside were stuffed mice clawing at the cage. Real stuffed mice.