Thanks for all the lovely birthday wishes here and on facebook. I've had a lovely day so far, I had a nice lie in - nothing new there! - followed by extreme present openage.

I had a game for the Xbox, some books (wheeeeek!), a screaming flying monkey and a star. There will soon be a star named after me. Or perhaps named "Bollocky Titwank", I haven't decided yet. I'll have to read the booklet thing and see if there are any restrictions.

The books and the game are just what I wanted, thanks to the wonders of Amazon's wishlist! Marvellous marvellousness. I am already three chapters into one of the books.

I then took the rubbish out, and Landers made me the best cheese on toast in the world, ever. Then he went to work for a couple of hours, and I stayed in while the boiler man gave us a service (insert obligatory "oo-er missus" here).

I gave Landers a laughing fit last night by inventing a new word. Kneebow. As in, the crook of the elbow of your knee. Landers sits on the sofa with his legs tucked up. Last night, Max came in and jumped up on the back of the sofa, walked behind me, jumped down and started to settle into Landers' kneebow, and as he did, I said (in a Max voice, which sounds like me trying to do a Homer Simpson impression) "Mmmmm, kneebows". And Landers spent 40 minutes giggling, once I had explained what a kneebow was.

Incidentally, Huw sounds like Stewie Griffin. Hillie sounds like the Queen, and Eddie is a 1920s Fighter Pilot. Tally ho.

The cats have been banished from the house for doing three poos in the kitchen this morning. They do not do this normally, and one was runny, so I think they are ill but Landers is VERY angry with them, even though they miaowed to go out and we ignored them (thinking it was a "feed me" miaow, not an "I need the fucking toilet" miaow). Or perhaps they were misguided birthday presents. Who can say? Cat's are a mystery wrapped in an enigma covered in fur.

We think Hillie is in season. It's hard to tell cos quite often there is no... ahem... evidence (she's very fastidious, is our Hillie. Either that or she just likes the fact she can reach down there with her tongue). She is very grumbly and whiny for no reason, and when you ask her what's wrong, she looks at you like you're a total div. She also sits down very quickly whenever Eddie goes near her. This is interesting (her being in season, I mean) because Helen's dog Jesse is in season too! Bless, they have synchronised, like women apparently do when they live together. Not that Hillie and Jesse live together, but they spend a lot of time together. Bless. Synchronised doggy periods. BFF!

Right, off to play on the Xbox now until Landers comes home to make my birthday tea. Ta-ra!