another year

Yesterday was my birthday, I turned 44 (gulp) which I find inexplicable because surely it was only three years ago that I was 21...?
I had taken the day off work and had many lovely things planned (aromatherapy massage followed by a picnic lunch with my cousin then out for dinner with a friend).  Instead I woke up with a migraine which made me feel like the inside of my head was on fire, so things had to be called off and I lay in my darkened bedroom, when I wasn't worshipping at the porcelain altar.
However, I was recovered enough by evening to be placed into a cab, taken off to a posh bar for some superior pub grub (which for me was a pail of extremely delicious chips) and then placed in a cab back home.  By this time I was feeling in very fine fettle and was able to partake of a cocktail and open my presents, one of which was this splendid item - a solar-powered, royal-waving Queenie!