All the fours, fourty bleedin' four, can you adam 'n' eve it?
Have just had a very nice morning (well, apart from the 6am alarm going off, thank you dear husband), opening prezzies in bed with my favourite birthday brek – toasted seedy bagel with Philly and smoked salmon. Oh, and hard tomato slices – can't handle those big red puppies when they go a bit 'furry'.
H is on picking up poo and wee duty all day (I am feeding the dog extra just to make it worth it), and I am off into town with the lovely Lydia to:
1. See the Wildlife Photographer of the Year pix – yes my once a year foray to a Mew-Zee-Um, for cul-tewer.
2. Have a monster burger, hopefully at MeatLiquor – yum yummedy yum, my how upscale my treats are, not
3. See 'Beasts of the Southern Wild' at the flicks – well, it was the best option after Skyfall (went on Sun, woof to Daniel and his marvellous torso) so hope the film lives up to the reviews. If not, there's always the popcorn..
And then come back for more prezzies once the postie has been (yes, I may be old but I still love an enticing package or two – no fnarrs, you bad people) and then tonight's dinner out with the lovely Hatch, Fitz, Lyds, PameLaLa, Jude and Rich, to keep Him Indoors company.
Every year has me nodding my head in wry but clearly relived fashion, that I've managed to crawl round another whole 365 days and am still causing trouble. Reeeesult.
44? Easy peasy cocktail squeezy x x