Today is my 45th birthday. I still feel about 15 inside, but outwardly every one of those 45 years shows. I do my best (hair dye, industrial-strength moisturiser etc) but I know it’s pointless really and have every intention of growing old disgracefully.
We had a little celebration last night as both girls have other things planned for this evening. Lucy (who, it must be said, is not known for her domestic talents) cooked an absolutely delicious meal of chicken breasts stuffed with three cheeses and wrapped in parma ham, carrots, green beans and garlicky saute potatoes, followed by Sicilian lemon pudding. It was well worth the wait…. (I should point out that Bethany also helped – her contribution was to “caress” olive oil into the chicken and peel the spuds).
Washed down with
Vintage champagne (Simon muttered something about a vintage birthday needing vintage wine. Hmm).
There were flowers too (from Lucy)
and earrings from my lovely daughters
I had asked for money this year because there was a particular piece of equipment that I coveted, to make my spinning life a bit easier. So, thanks to the very kind donations from Mum and Dad, Simon, Simon’s mum and her husband and my brother and his family, I was able to get this
I have already tried it out with the scraggy end bits of a Norfolk Horn fleece that’s been kicking around for ages and managed to produce some very decent sized batts. Today’s job will be to card up the shetland fleece I got in July and maybe the alpaca too, a task which has seemed far too onerous to do by hand.
As a reward for all this
playing hard work, I will be able to stuff myself on birthday fudge (thank you Sophie) and then start on this:
By nine o’clock this evening, I’ll be the one muttering in the corner with melted chocolate running down my chin. Cheers!
Edited to add: After her lovely comment, Sheepish Annie is now officially My New Best Friend!