It was my birthday on Sunday! Another year older, and all that jazz. I certainly wouldn’t say I’m growing up, or will ever be a grown up actually (the husband called me a woman on Sunday, and I was like no! I’m still a girl!) But the candles on the (hypothetical) birthday cake keep piling up! That’s life!
Anyway, after a less than auspicious Saturday, I was feeling very un-birthday like. But I woke up on Sunday to blue skies and sunshine, and the husband singing Happy Birthday to me before I even opened my eyes, so I was determined to make it a good day.
I got new pyjamas, which were quite apt considering how crappy I’d been feeling!
Oodles of presents including a girly trip to London in the New Year, Marc Jacobs Dot, a beaded fringed bag, a journal set, some of my beloved Brian Cox, a light up make up mirror (so I can see my aging wrinkles more clearly, ha!), pantomime tickets with the amazing Julian Clary (oh no I didn’t…oh yes I did!)
Plus loads more things too. I was supremely spoilt and very humbled.
I drank prosecco for breakfast and then we went into Birmingham to meet some friends for some festive fun at the German market.
We saw Chris Moose and had a singalong.
Drank mulled wine and beer.
Visited the Big Hoot Santa Owl in Great Western Arcade.
And gave him a hug!
Went to The Oasis to get some ear piercings (part of my birthday pressie from the husband, more on that another time).
Drank more mulled wine.
Had another singalong, with the live band.
Popped round to Centenary Square and drank hot toffee cider – OMG! This stuff is amazing; I’d like it on tap in my home.
Oohed at the big wheel.
Had a cheeky cocktail in The Victoria and oohed at their traditional Christmas decorations.
Then came home and got indian food and snuggled up on the sofa (wearing my new PJs, obvs) and felt very pleased with myself.
What have you all been up to?
Thanks, as always for reading! x