This morning started with giddy excitement. I carried up coffee to a beaming Angus. I whipped out a mound of gifts from me, his kids, and my Dad, stepmother, and step-grandma. He grinned as he opened his cards. The phone and Skype have been ringing off the hook as wishes come pouring in.

The gifts were popular-clothes, sweets from Sweden, a Gorillapod and pasta maker from me, a cooking certificate from Eat, Drink, Talk from my family (which is perfect, as Angus loves to cook).

And then my big present-he unwrapped The Rough Guide to Scotland. Even though we've been to Scotland many times and love it absolutely, I thought it would be useful.

Useful because I've booked us a trip there. We leave the first weekend in June (June, as even though it's his weekend this weekend, we just came back from holiday and we have Iceland in May). He head to Oban (via Fort Willaim) on the sleeper train, and our first stop is somewhere he's always wanted to go to, the Cruachan Power Station, which is Scotland's biggest power station. From there, we then head up through the Hebrides and relax for a total of 5 days, before taking the sleeper train back home again.

He seems very happy with his gifts.

Tonight I'm making him a posh pasta dinner and uncorking a nice bottle of bubbly. We're relaxing and taking it easy. Throughout the day he gets whatever he wants.

It's his day after all.

To the sexiest 45 year-old I know: Happy Birthday, Angus. I love you madly.

-H.

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