Apparently, yesterday was a bit of a big deal in America.
I’m pretty sure it’s called the Memorial of the Ignominious Insurrection Against All Proper Authority (for those of us still obediently subject to Her Britannic Majesty…) or something like that. But I don’t like to quibble about these things.
Because far more importantly, it was my birthday! Yes, I was born on the 4th July. And today, I am burrowing into my birthday haul:
Yep, I’d be jealous too. The only – and obvious – problem is WHERE DO I START?!