Eek, on Saturday (March 18th), I turned 27. Somehow survived it too. Not sure why but a lot of fuss was made over it this year, I don’t understand why as it wasn’t any more special than any other birthday I’ve had. It just seems that a lot more people remembered it than usual, and I received lots of well wishes and a few cards.
Our family is currently living on remains of a splendid Indian feast, which suits me fine! Had a couple of friends over, and even got some unexpected gifts: a lovely lipgloss (Napoleon’s ‘Satin Lips’ in ‘Nickie’, orange-peach bronze), Footballers’ Wives seasons 2 & 3 on DVD from my brother and a nice flowerbox thingie from his girlfriend with a cute balloon.
Parents made quite the fuss, my mother getting a cake which we’re all struggling to finish. My two friends also got a bottle of shiraz to take home, and some leftovers of the gargantuan feast. Generous, but somehow slightly embarrassing. Sort of like my stomach after the meal.
Also got to taste Frangelico for the first time in a long while. Sure is yummy stuff, even with soy milk.
