I have 2 weeks...yes...TWO WEEKS...to go before I hit the magical 365 days...12 months...the full year...the...the...the...omg...I just cannot believe I'm nearly there...& you can stop barricading the bl00dy door, Max...Kat's promised me Champers & strawberries, so there 
Penthouse, I'm coming for ya!
I am a tad worried about Kat's endless supply...does she own a vineyard? Going to seriously party...well, I'll have a drink or 3 on the day...& it's Flora Day too...I must've been thinking of my Cornish roots when i gave up last year 
Oh yes, please let Jenny be in charge of the walled garden. She has green fingers like you wouldn't believe.
And when me & Tracey have both arrived we can provide some home-cooked meals with all that lovely, home-grown produce. We might even win a Mitchelin star! 
However- back to the main event- Sophie, I shall be cheering you down the home straight. Fantastic achievement! 
Balls, please, Kat....gurt big glitter ones! All sparkly, like...oh, & the dry ice so I do get the dramatic smoke effect...Tonight, Matthew, I shall be...NONSMOKING WOMAN!!!!
