It was Rob’s birthday yesterday (in case you hadn’t worked that out). It always kind of sucks when your birthday is mid week, and you have to go to work and well, work and then rush around like we do during the week picking up and dropping off Daisy, getting home cooking dinner blah, blah, blah. But, I think he had a nice day and we had a little family dinner with his Mum. And the best bit? Daisy singing Happy Birthday to him, loudly, proudly and perfectly (whilst standing up of course). That gal loves a birthday! And this gal loves Rob! Happy Birthday you old bastard.