Still Feels the Same

Well the day dawned. I hit 44 and surprisingly I don't feel (or look) any different from the day before. I remember when I was much smaller than I am now I thought I would feel my age the next day and then felt quite cheated when eight felt pretty much the same as seven did.

The night before we all got the chance to be as young as we wanted. We discovered a wonderful Edwardian Theatre by the sea and so we went to see the panto. Instead of sitting neatly in rows we all had our own table to sit around with our drinks and nibbles. Highly civilised to my thinking. At the interval icecream, coffee and packets of three bourbon biscuits were the delights on offer. Ever since reading Bill Bryson's Notes from a Small Island we chuckle each time we see a packet of custard creams or a bourbon. He said part of his love of the English stemmed from our ability to be delighted by the smallest of things. A small packet of biscuits really is scraping the barrell of joy isn't it.

Anyways I've digressed. Yesterday I was woken by all my lovelies piling into bed for the present opening ceremony.

They know me so well and had found me all sorts of wonderful things. I was thrilled to have pink dog return again. I always had one nodding on the front dashboard of my car until he got smooshed. Miss Rosey found a new pink dog to grace my car once more.

Mid-morning a dear friend popped over with a parcel of stuff that made my head immediately start planning new year makes.

Later I suggested lunch out and then a treaure trail around the Cathedral. While the Bun's tried to find the beasties and birds on the map we wandered. An elderly guide chatted to us and told us an interesting tale about a statue that Mr Bun adores. I'll save that story for another post.

In the evening we popped out to eat with my mum and then rolled home feeling especially full before having to find a bit more room for birthday cake.

Now completely unrelated to a birthday post, but stuff I wanted to show you. My gorgeous brooch from Hen. A hanky and comb from my man so I'm always ready for a buff and polish.

A perfect pre-christmas find of a wee 1950's anenome tin. If you look carefully you can just make out the faded letters of the word sweets on the tin. I kept the tradition going and have filled this as well as our Santa biscuit tin. We're working out way through the contents as I write this.

 

Cat twins and a birdy hair slide were some more goodies from Mr Bun too. He didn't do much venturing near the real shops, but kept to the out of the way ones I love.

Now talking of buffing and polishing, I must go and do some as we have a friend coming for lunch and here I still am in my jammies