Surprise, surprise

I am going to be 40. Hell, we're all going to be 40 (unless we've already been 40) so what's all the fuss about?

As it turns out the fuss is rather pleasant. My lovely husband and great friend Sian threw a surprise party for me on Saturday. Any suspicions I had were very minor and much enhanced by not being able to think who would show up at a surprise party for little old me. Seems I didn't think hard enough. There was certainly a party-worth of people and what's more I even liked them all. I also heard that some daft but utterly lovable Brit-friends were almost there too but the volcano put them off. That would have been totally wonderful but I would certainly have burst into tears and looked deeply ugly. Oops. Showing my hidden shallows again.

Anyway, I'm very lucky to have Chris and Sianny looking after me and even though I am still only 39, I feel more than ready to slip over the hill now. Happy Birthday to me!