This actually had more to do with the fact she overslept and had completely lost track of what day it was.
She only realised that something was happening when I sprang out of bed singing ‘Happy Birthday to meeeeee! Happy Birthday to meeeeee!’ and then charged around the apartment looking for my hidden present.
She graciously made amends by making me an honorary god for the day, with my own throne and everything. I was even allowed to wear my birthday present for a little while.
If it wasn’t for a small mishap involving her chosen outfit for the day and a bottle of olive oil, I’m sure I would have been enthroned for longer than the eleven minutes that my reign actually lasted.
I was just working on some decrees involving the baking of birthday cakes and being allowed to walk beside the TG in public, when the incident occurred.
Still we had a lovely day at a surfing beach on the west coast and, quite frankly, I am so used to walking 5 paces behind her, that I think I would have felt uncomfortable anywhere else. I’m not that keen on cake either.
(Walk beside me? I think not. And as for baking birthday cakes….. poor deluded fool. Lo,TG Ed)
