Happy birthday to meee
Happy birthday dear mee-ee
Happy birthday to meeeeee
Bloody hell, who originally wrote that song? And how the hell did it catch on? It's hardly Byronesque. Did someone in the Medieval times hear it being sung by the village idiot, and thought 'that's a keeper'?
Anyway, if you hadn't already guessed, today is my birthday and I am 41 (but still uncertain about whether a lady should reveal her age).
How the hell did I end up being this old? One minute I was bombing around on roller-skates, pretending to be Hannibal from the 'A Team' (not because I was transgender or anything - I just liked being in charge), and the next I was a grown-up and saddled with responsibilities.
Nowadays, I buy slippers, watch the news, and think to myself; 'I had better not wear that cardigan indoors, I won't feel the benefit if I go outside'. Shit, at this rate, it won't be long before I am sitting bolt upright in a geriatric chair, dribbling gob from the side of my mouth, and listening to Saga FM. And wearing Tena Ladies, or whatever they call adult nappies these days.
Nooooo! I am going to go down fighting ........ so don't worry ....... you won't be seeing a Zimmer Frame in these parts any time soon.
So how was my birthday? Well, because I am kind like Mother Theresa (except that I don't wear a tea towel on my head), I have compiled some of my highlight pictures for you ..................
Pic.No.1 I always get comedy birthday cards, but this one made me laugh my head off because I love aircraft
Pic.No.2 This is the second funniest card I got ....... you need to look at the picture below to get the gag
Pic.No.3 Ha ha ha! - Steve is a daft bastard
Pic.No.4 And then there was the card that Izzy made for me. She drew a picture of herself with a 'speech bubble' coming out of her mouth which said 'I Love You'. Awwwww
Pic.No.5 And this was the inside of the card that Izzy made
Pic.No.6 Here are the presents that Izzy gave me - a tin heart shaped box, an amber necklace, and a decorative bag containing lip balm. Two days before she had told me 'not to look in her Doll's House', so I guess that's where it was hidden prior to its deliverance
Pic.No.7 A close-up of the amber necklace
And as if the cards and presents weren't enough, I also got treated to a dinner out by Steve and Izzy. How cool is that? I was driven into Oxford ....................
Pic.No.8 We parked the car in St Giles, Oxford ...................
Pic.No.9 ............ and walked to a French restaurant called 'Pierre Victoire' in Little Clarendon Street, a short distance from Oxford town centre (that's Steve and Izzy on the bottom-left)
Pic.No.10 Oooh, lovely ......... tons of French food was on the menu ....... perhaps it's not so surprising given that it was a French restaurant
Pic.No.11 This I Izzy in the Pierre Victoire restaurant. It opened at 6pm and we were the first ones there because Iz had school the next day
Pic.No.12 The food was marvellous; I had Tartiflette (a French baked potato dish) and Steve had Moules (yep, Mussels - see picture above)
Pic.No.13. This is a picture of me (left) and Izzy. She looks like a young, ginger, and not dead, version of Freddie Mercury
Pic.No.14 And then Izzy donned a Burkha type garb and tried to drink Lemonade through it; just because she could
Pic.No.15 This is what I look like after scoffing a ton of Tartiflette and a desert called 'Ile Flottante' (vanilla custard with soft meringue and toasted almonds)
Pic.No.16 And so after a brilliant meal (at a fab price - £50 for three courses including drinks, for three people) we finally headed home. This is a picture of Pierre Victoire restaurant as we left
Pic.No.17 Here we are wondering through Oxford trying to find out where Steve parked the car
And did we find it? You bet your bippy that we did, and all in all, it was a fab day out.
Tomorrow, I have an 8 mile hike to complete ......I am so excited.
But thanks for your birthday wishes - it is much appreciated dahlink.
P.S. Are you doing anything special now a brief period of sunshine is coming in?