Happy birthday June, a whole one-and-twenty now; the countdown to spinsterdoom (yes, doom) is on. I can put you out of your misery if you like, just say the word.

You however, have put me into a world of hurt. How positively unfair after I've been so good to you this week. I've even sent along a sneak peak of the chocolates I procured for our celebration. Maybe if you're lucky I'll still be around to educate you on those better ways to get in some movement.