Forty years ago today, England won the football World Cup and Ian was born. I wonder, if, on that day, anyone considered that forty years on, people would be using the internet, blogging and playing Fib Sunday?
What staggering things will we be doing in forty years time that we simply have no comprehension of today?
It's going to be a bitter-sweet birthday for Ian. Forty is such a milestone, but it will be his first birthday without his Mum. She died almost a year ago. She was a beautiful, lovely, kind and thoughtful woman who always looked for the best in people and adored to see others having a good time. If you were smiling, she was smiling. I hope we'll give her something to smile about today.
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I was the last one in the loop last time around, and left Love as the next topic. So:
But when I'm with you -
I love to be very dirty.
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