Today is my birthday. I have previously wittered on about it not being the best time of year to celebrate a birthday ... unless your birthday is a couple of days later, and your name begins with a "J"!
Anyway, it's my birthday and this is how it all panned out.
I started the day with a few cards and gifts. TP had messaged me from deepest, darkest Surrey to advise that my presents were on the dining table. He had kindly settled on a chocolates, a bottle of gin and a tin of pork luncheon meat.* I decided that these were clearly the ideal ingredients of the breakfast of champions, and would have happily munched them down, but 30% had other ideas.
This morning I was treated to a huge brunch at a cafe near Tardebigge. She had booked a great table, right next to the log burner and we had a splendid time tucking in to an enormous fried breakfast.
We returned home around midday, and had a massive kip.
In the afternoon we took the dogs over to a nearby exercise field and spent an hour throwing tennis balls for them to retrieve. They had a great time and were exhausted by the time we headed home.
This evening we headed out for my birthday treat. Mummy Sheila joined us to see the RSC's production of Roald Dahl's BFG at the Swan Theatre.
It was a fabulous show that combined actors with puppetry. In one scene the character Sophie might be played by an actor, working with a 12' high BFG puppet. In the next the BFG is played by an actor and Sophie is a marionette. It was a splendid performance, and we all throughly enjoyed the show.
It was a good birthday.
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* This item was a joke. Several tins were left over props from his last production, and he decided to bring a few back with him. We all decided to have a blast from the past and have fried luncheon meat for lunch a couple of weeks ago. It was actually quite tasty! This tin is likely to be used as fishing bait next year.
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