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I recently turned 30 (I shan't say
exactly when because then you'll know my date of birth and be able
to clone me or something). I had a lovely day. Coming up is a
"here's wot I did on my holidays" type diary entry...
Jem squirrelled all of my presents away in the car the night
before (because she's clever and normally I open all of my presents
when I first get up in the morning -- Ok, that's a lie, when I
first get up in the afternoon). This was my first birthday with a
child and so there was no late afternoon lie-in in the offing
unfortunately. Anyway, we had things to do! So I could get to open
my presents.
First up was the long drive to the Midlands (only my second time
in the car since my op and the first was a little test drive). Went
OK. Herbert behaved himself and everyone was happy. I also wore
prescription sunglasses (that's important -- they are the first and
only pair of sunglasses I've ever owned which I can see with.
Amazing!) We stopped off in Balsall Common (boy racer city) so Jem
could have her hair cut and dyed. While we waited, Jazzy took me to
the park to have a play for my birthday. First we walked around a
bit, then we walked around some more and then came my birthday
suprise. A massive Jazzy-poo! After I had unwrapped my first
present of the day (and hastily re-wrapped it) we went back to see
if Jem's hair was dead yet (in the words of Jazzy:
"Deaddeaddeaddeaddead"). She was almost ready so we sat and waited
and Jazzy cried. Possibly because I hadn't said thankyou for my
present.
Jem's new deaded hair looked lovely.
We went to Hoar Park near my parents. Not whore park as I prefer
to refer to it as. Everything was closing up when we got there but
I got a bottle of beer and we sat and had a drink, then took Jazzy
for a walk. She must have tired legs by now!
Eventually we were allowed to go to my parents -- by this point
I figured something suspicious was happening. This was confirmed by
the number of cars outside my parents house. Someone had broken in!
Or maybe it was a suprise party? Or my parents had forgotten and
were having a bbq (they weren't -- they were in Malta).
The party was lovely, lots of people there who I hadn't seen for
ages. A lovely polypin of Goat's Milk from the wonderful Church End
Brewery and lots of nommy party food. Jazzy spent much of the time
walking.
I didn't even get round to opening my cards and presents until
some time around midnight!
I also got an amazing and humbling number of messages on
Facebook and Twitter. It really made my day. So thank you all for
making it a really special day.