Like I said yesterday, I don’t want this to be soppy, but I have to tell you how much I adore you.
It’s not the same as I adore Jill, but it’s pretty close.
You’ve always been there for me – through thick and thin – and nothing showed that more to me than the way looked after me after Otis’ birth and Mum’s death.
You are an amazing man. Sure, you’re prone to being a bit of a twat at times, but that just makes me love you more. And for the record, what you have done in the past 6 months with your health is amazing. I’m in awe and inspired at the same time.
I am so proud – and slightly concerned – that you are Otis’ oddparent, but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather he turn to. [Except for your Dad, but that’s more for his cash]
Happy, happy birthday matey, I hope it’s a good one. Or at least a better one than the bin you gave Shelly. I know … I know … she loved it. No need to go over that again.
Can’t wait to see you in Australia – if not before.
Rx
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PS: How come my birthday was on a Friday and not yours? Has that ever happened before? There must be an error with the universe. I’m sure normal service will resume next year.