Every blog around me is having a birthday party at the moment. Everyone except me. I feel like the kid at school who never gets invited to all the cool parties. It must be the nerdy, black rimmed glasses that I wear, the braces, the clothes-chosen-by-mother and the pudding-bowl haircut.
BOAB turned 1 on the 5th of May, an event unheralded even in this household. How time flies - is it really a year since Blair screwed the pooch?