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Time for the world to know… I had my second 29th birthday this week… It was Wednesday so I thought I would throw caution to the wind and spend all day hiding under the pillow. The plan was to burrow down the bed and stay stuck to the futon, pretending nothing was going on outside. Cris was up by half six. By 7.30 I was out of doze-mode. By 8.00 my back was killing me. By 8.20 I had to get up. So much for my cunning plan; my bones had reminded me of my age. The numerous phone calls, messages, skypes and cards knocked the nail in. Chatting to all of you made the day whisk by in a breeze. Thank you. It was certainly better than shutting myself in the wardrobe, although I am still in denial, so do not bother asking me what year I was born in! Now lets focus on the world cup!

Ps, I am now macerating in anti-wrinkle cream and nobile di montepulciano wine (not a bad way to start this fresh year…)


The bouquet from Deborah and family are stunning.


Pretending to blow out the first set of candles.