Birthday

Yes, it's that time again already and as you know, another birthday has rolled around again, seemingly less than twelve months since the last one.  I received several text messages with warm greetings, one of which advised that I share my birthday with; Usain Bolt, Kim Catrall and Kenny Rogers.  What can I say? Athletic Super Hero, Goddess, Heroine and SATC stalwart, Legend.  Good company huh?

So I took myself off for a coffee and a chill first thing this morning, oh, I should say that yesterday, I treated myself, (I say treated myself but it was free, nevertheless, a treat,) of a hand and arm massage with the very handsome Michael at Jo Malone.  With strict orders to stay away from anything sweet, we chose together a ginger and something concoction which was gorgeous.

Back to the day itself and my coffee was lovely and low key, didn't mention it was my birthday, you know I hate fuss.  Returned home and within half an hour, one of my sisters had arrived with a lovely plant, shopping voucher and bottle of wine.  We left to pick up another sister then headed out for lunch at a nearby pub, one you and I have been to a few times in fact.  I was aiming for a light lunch as I'm out later with another sister at Wagamama's, my favourite.

Lunch was lovely, I asked lots of questions and the conversation flowed, food was nice, as was the large glass of wine I had and I didn't feel overly stuffed by the end... in preparation for Wagamama's.

The three of us descended back to sister's for coffee and more chat which revolved around what great age I am, (I'm rolling my eyes right now,) followed by a lengthy chat about.... euthanasia.  I'm not kidding.  Not that it's not an emotive subject, not that I don't  have thoughts and feelings about the subject, and you can call me a prima donna, but I just don't think euthanasia is a happy birthday subject.  After a while, one of my sister's noticed I was abstaining from the conversation and promptly changed the subject. 

After a little while longer, I'm deposited at home and within an hour, I'm being picked up again and Jan and I are off to W's.  I could honestly eat there every day.

If you remember, the seating arrangements are that the tables are long with benches and they seat, I'm guessing six to ten people.  Jan and I are seated next to the wall, which I like.  Our gorgeous waiter, looks like front man Ricky from the Kaiser Chiefs, who I have a soft spot for anyway, and now I have one for my, sorry, our waiter.

Jan and I have a variety of starters, including lollipop prawns, edamame and duck gyoza, followed by mains of yaki soba, (we always have yaki soba and it's always delicious.)

Jan has desert and I have my customary glass of wine in lieu of desert plus a flash of that dazzling smile from our waiter. 

Jan drops me off at home and I throw myself into the bathroom for a quick shower, I then proceed to make my bed, for some ridiculous reason, I decided to start my housekeeping a day early and stripped my bed when I got up this morning, I totally failed to factor in that it was probably the one day in the year I could give myself the day off and that if I didn't remake my bed before the festivities, I may be slightly tipsy from a little merry making to commemorate the occasion, by the time I got home.

Anyway, within 30 minutes, I'm taking to you, an almost perfect end to an almost perfect day but after I'd spoken to you, my cousin Lyn phoned me for my final birthday phone call of a long, but lovely day.  I'm tired, but can't believe the day is over.  Another year has begun.