I. Am. 29.

I don't know about any of you, but as a woman (a 29 year old woman, no less), I always prefer compliments from friends, particularly girl friends, because I know they are genuine and from the heart and not based in ulterior motive.

Sure, it's great to get the odd "Nice tits, love" from the local building site or to be told you have pretty eyes, but usually that is said in a cheesy manner, and meant to inspire the falling off of clothes and morals, in gratitude.

When a friend compliments you and says something nice, you can relax and know they aren't trying to sleep with you.

So imagine my delight when I opened one of my favourite sites and found this wonderful shout out from the Amazing Chica - it made my eyes a bit wet let me tell you.

And to Chica I say in response - ditto - and beyond. Put quite simply, I think you're the Cat's Pyjamas. The Cat's Meow. The Cat's Scratching Post, as it were.

I love you too!

All this on my birthday and when I am possibly feeling my most disgusting, with matted sweaty beach head and a sunburnt nose.

Thank you - it means the world.

I'm going to go now and ponder my twilight years and perhaps have a pedicure.

Good day x