Friends, bloggers, countrymen...
It is Master Magoo's 4th birthday early next month.
I have bought, wrapped and hidden his presents.
Considering the fact that I will be having a
I feel the need to tell you that they are under the bub's cot in the nursery, concealed by the grey blanket with the pink elephant on it.
Please drop me an email or text at the start of September with this information to save me from crying and wailing that I am the worst mother in the world because (among many other reasons) I forgot to organise birthday presents for my poor, gorgeous son.
On the upside, watching Magoo open his presents will have a double excitement factor to it this year - as I'll get to rediscover each one myself.