Turning 51…

BLOODY HELL!!!!

Those are words I never thought I'd be saying, not just because of the illness but more because ITS BLOODY OLD!!!!! How on earth can I be 51? 50 was a breeze and full of delights, and while this birthday has had some delights so far, with a few more to come, it's a weird old age to turn. Thank good it is at least not a prime number as I am not fond of those, so its just about has a few tiny redeeming features.

So yesterday started in fine fashion with my favourite treat-y breakfast – a sausage patty (has to be a flatty patty, none of that round everyday sausage nonsense) – kindly served in bed by my dear husband, and compete with a cooked sprout a-top it. Yep, my favourite veg somehow made an 8am appearance, a risky start to the day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And thence it was off to the Antara Spa in Chelsea with Janine – obvs no photos of ladies in bikinis, certainly not two in their 50s – but I did at least manage to bang out 20 lengths before the steam room and about 10 rounds straight in the jacuzzi. Followed by a gentle lunch, and then back home for afternoon tea with the hubby and some more prezzie opening. Oh I do like a birthday…

One new raincoat and some little prezzies later, it was then out for cocktails at the Little Blue Bar in Fulham – cue strange glassware (and a teacup) and side accoutrements – I am still not convinced that you can eat a Custard Cream biscuit along with a cocktail but maybe I'm getting too purist in my old age.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And finally on for dinner with J&R – suspect I was a bit too full by then to do it justice but it was helped down by a lovely new handbag – perfect for NZ travels – and a trio fo walnut whips, an old 1970s fave of mine for the festive season. Which I will be eating slowly over the next week or two, when I eventually have room! 

Most ludicrous present – entirely my fault as I asked for one! – was the one from Claire W below.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You know you are definitely not just getting old but a right crusty old git when you ask for one of these, to take on walks on the common and help the Wombles keep the place tidy… Shoot me now! x