So in honour of this momentous number, I decided that I should have a birthday week (what? it’s a thing) of fun, celebrations, yummy food and seeing the people I love. 7 happy days to celebrate. Here are some of the things that have happened so far. My Disreputable Dad’s first ever selfie – at 78! (above)…
Wonderful spring walks through sunlit trees bursting with bright green buds:
A big stack of pancakes with lashings of golden syrup:
A big mug of tea and a slice of battenburg cake:
A chance to make my very own birthday cake (s). I went for individual little lemon drizzle ‘presents’:
… with a secret pink sprinkle interior:
A beautiful Boden Nancy dress from Mr English:
And even more lovely presents from my gorgeous fellas:
My birthday lunch almost didn’t happen when it turned out that there are two pubs called The Bell locally, and it further turned out that I was waiting at the OTHER one for my Mum and brother to turn up. Still, we got there eventually!
What a lovely week. Mr English is home this weekend and I think we’ll probably continue the celebrations with a huge roast lamb dinner and a bottle or two of my favourite Clos du Bois.
Happy happy happy.