… to my wonderful, fantastic, lovely Mum who hits the amazing 80 today.
EIGHTY!!!
If you saw her or talked to her, you’d never guess she was that age – hell, I act more like I’m 80 than her – but the fact is, she is which is why I’m especially glad I’m here with her on this special, special day.
Now you might think with all this, she has suffered enough, and maybe you’re right – but in February, she suffers even bit more because not only do I come back to England, but I then take her to just outside the North Pole so she can [hopefully] see the Northern Lights.
And even more amazingly, she’s excited about both things. Madness.
So to my dear Mum, a very, very, very happy birthday.
I love you more than words could ever say, even though I keep trying.
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