Happy 17th Fatteh!

After all my blabbing in this morning's post, I'd forgotten to wish my brother Happy Birthday!

He turns 17 today.

I'll most probably try to call this evening when it shd be his lunchtime over in England.

I can't say go buy whatever present you want cos you've already done that (a Rambo-type knife and a ridiculously expensive binoculars).

And Ma is thinking of buying you a new camera and iPod to replace the ones you ruined by falling in the river.

So I suppose it's fair to say I dont have to buy you a present. And not to mention I knitted you a cap because you complained it gets really cold in winter.

Spoiled brat.

Bleurgh.