It was my mother's birthday yesterday. Unfortunately, I only returned from Edinburgh in the evening, so didn't get the chance to celebrate properly. As everbody who has met me can confirm, my family means everything to me. (I don't care if that makes me uncool, you probably have guessed by now that I'm not a leather-wearing, chain-smoking, minimal-techno-loving loner...) Anyway, my mother has taught me to love books, brightly coloured and patterned tights, feminism and Hugh Grant. Even if she weren't my mum, I'd want to know her and be friends with her. Happy belated birthday, you're great.