The profile to the side of this blog is a wicked thing. It registered my birthday and clicked the year up one more to 51. Sigh. Did not even get to change it myself. Did Thomo have a good birthday? Not bad. Emails from mum and dad and two of the kids as well as my sister and a couple of friends. Number One son telephoned which was nice (and somewhat of a surprise). In the afternoon I spoke to young Haakon which was great and to Lyn. Friend in Thailand posted a birthday card to me which was nice and came as a surprise. My staff all sent electronic wishes which was terrific. Lastly, my favourite Mongolian family dropped off a wall hanging as a gift which was a total surprise and lovely to receive.
Anything romantic on Thomo’s Birthday? Nope. No kisses, no cuddles, just back to an empty apartment (well, actually, I lie, one of the personal assistants at the office gave me a little peck on the forehead … but that was all).
And now, the day after? Let’s see – no money and wet weather so a quiet day in Ulaanbaatar again, most of it here in the apartment by myself I expect – oh, and a little shopping too. Of course the apartment is not a great deal of fun either at the moment as the cable TV is off and the water to the building is suffering from supply problems. No, not a black mood descending, just a little lonely blues.
“Nobody loves me, everybody hates me
Think I’ll go and eat worms
Long ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones
See them wriggle and squirm
Bite their heads off, suck their juices
Spit their the skins away
Nobody knows how fat I grow
On worms three times a day”