how others see me

My multi talented friend Brian made an illustration about me the other day. It really made me giggle, and cheered me up in the midst of a really bad day. In the 17 years I've known this man, he's always been there for me. Whilst at uni in Sweden he used to phone me (as I couldn't afford phoning the UK myself), and I'd say "talk to me" as I cried in his ear. And he did. Few people have put up with me as much as Brian. Anyway, I shan't go all soppy here - it'll have to do with a photo of the two of us on my 29th birthday:

The story behind Bri's little cartoon might need explaining for those of you who doesn't know my boys and me:

The boys (i.e. the cats) have a bad habit of using my boobs as a place to sit on, jump on and sleep on. As nice as it might be for them it is rather uncomfortable for me. I was telling Brian the other day that I wish they'd stop jumping on my boobs as it hurts and surely doesn't do much for their perkiness either... :-) But as I let them do pretty much anything they want - they are my babies after all - the hurting continues...