A Weekend of 40ths

So then – does 40 plus 40 plus 80 mean I had a full 160 degree weekend?

Friday night – lovely bash for Michelle's 40th at Le Retro in Teddington. Meal made all the more momentous by the fact I've been eating ryvita and other forms of sawdust this week, so that dripping succulent frenchified steak was a true winner! Now who was it that asked me if I was still thinking of getting my ginger locks re-coloured WHEN I'VE ALREADY HAD THEM DONE??????!!! Good job alcohol makes me forget stuff…

Saturday night – highly drunked revelry at the Dukes Head in Putney for Vicki's 40th. Room full of hockey birds, some of whom actually made me look quite winsome and feminine.. and that's no mean feat. Splendid cupcakes and a marvellous outflow of vodka from the bar. History was also made this evening: I wore a shirt snaffled from my sister's eclectic wardrobe – the first item in 41 years I've ever borrowed! No, our dress sense isn't that similar. And yes, it did do some almost illegal things to my cleavage through its 1970s morphing images.

Sunday lunch: A slightly belated joint 40th for my birthday and Helen Tebay's, courtesy of Mad Helen Fruitcake McVickery at Le Vacherin in Chiswick. Only a year and a half late, which by the standards of our dearly beloved Ms Fruity F'Wit, is a mere snippet of tardiness. And I have almost forgiven their small offspring Merle Yeo (yes, she of the 'bottle of red wine' moniker fame) for barfing joyously down my top.

Suspect the 160 years accumulated throughout the weekend was fewer than the calories consumed… especially when I slipped in those about-to-go-out-of-date-so-I'd-better-eat-them thai fishcakes on Sunday eve to plug one final small gap… So back on the sawdust and floor shavings today….

Sx