So it’s been my Birthday this fortnight and I am of course dealing with this aging malarkey really well. My liver, not so much, but it needs to stop moaning. I am fortunate enough to have a group of very close gal pals living here in London from back home (Home being more of an “experience” rather than a “place” – Stoke – on – Trent.) We love to make any excuse to go for piss-up and my Birthday was a perfect reason to pop a prosecco evening into the social calendar and this time as an extra treat, the Mothership also made an appearance. She drank us under the table. Like Mama, like daughter.
It really is wonderful to have four people who know me better than anyone and therefore, have all my dirty secrets tucked away in mental files in their wonderfully complex brains under the category “Never reveal to anyone – she has too much dirt on you too” just a mini jaunt away. It’s good for the soul.
I share a Birthday week with one of my oldest partners in crime, so naturally, all five of us continued to spend the week celebrating, as of course two birthdays means double the effort is required socially.
This is fun and super fabulous as it happens but afterwards, I am left with the depressing thought that now the party is over, and sadly it’s now time for my annual “Let’s get healthy!” period. Eugh! This is where I attempt to stop eating pies and drinking larger and try to find my inner fitness gurus (Yes Gurus, they have to tag team as it’s a hard job). Thus far, I have started hula hopping again in front of the TV. It’s all about strengthening your core after all.
Health kick in mind, I suppose it is for the best that Greggs wouldn’t give me a chicken bake for my Birthday, but remember kids, it’s aways worth asking!
I’m sure I am not the only one doing health kick, so I have to ask – do any of you manage to stick it out – if so, how?! Seriously, I wanna know!
Ps. I also have some fabulous news which will be coming in my next post…but safe to say I had the best Birthday gift ever this year! Xx