Happy Birthday to this little alien and total weirdo. This morning I forgot it was his birthday (he’s three) and I sent him off with the dog walker after telling him off for pooing in the kitchen this morning, and now i’ll spend the rest of the day feeling guilty until he comes home and I’ll be able to give him a cuddle and tell him it’s his birthday and that he’s the best. But he won’t know or care, other than the fact there will be salmon. Woman’s best friend, wish I could tell him that.