It was unbelievable, I was working in the bar on the night in question, started at 6pm until Midnight.
Sarah used to come in for a drink if I was working (
Then at about 11.55 she started crying, and I thought silly cow, WTF is wrong with you.
AND THATS WHEN SHE TOLD ME
I ran like Fcuk to the local 24 hour garage and grabbed a bunch of flowers and a card. Chris luckily enough had a cake upstairs (although it was footy - who cares) and we managed to sit her down at about 11.59.59pm and say
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
BUT IT WAS TO LATE
I think what pished me off more, is that she told the kids not to tell or remind me. Serves her Fcuking right if you ask me
BUT I HAVE NEVER FORGOTON IT SINCE