Yesterday was my birthday and I am now officially 38 years old. I had a really lovely day and was showered with gifts, cards, messages and attention. A writer friend of mine even wrote me a poem. I felt extremely loved and very lucky to have so many wonderful people in my life. I have made some great friends at work so I decided to bake a cake that would be big enough to share with them but also for us to have at home. With that in mind I made this chocolate fudge tray bake, which is perfect for big birthday celebrations.
As most of you know this last weekend was my 35th birthday weekend and it was brilliant!
I turned thirty-five whole years old today and I have to say that despite the fact that I am now officially closer to forty than thirty, I have never felt (or looked) better in my life. Age truly is nothing but a number. I have decided to take the day off from work and spend the morning with Mr O before we head over to Essex to enjoy some Bonfire Night fireworks with his family… where Mr O senior is likely to be the most excited person there… like every year.
This is the face of thirty-five… no make-up… no filter… bring on 40… I am ready!
On Wednesday I turned thirty-three (or 23 +10, as I’ve been telling people) so decided to take the rest of the week off work and just spend time with Mr Osbiston. He of course took this a challenge to fill my day with excitement, which he did rather impressively.
I did put a bit of a spanner in the works straight off the bat because he wanted to make me breakfast in bed and I wanted to go for a run. I don’t like to eat much before I work out because it makes me feel a bit sick so I convinced him to get my breakfast ready for my return. Here I am with my beautiful birthday flowers… in my running gear. I couldn’t let myself get behind on the Fall into Fitness Challenge.
It was my best 5km run ever and I finished in 32 minutes exactly. I think it would have been even faster if I hadn’t have had to wait to cross the road. Maybe the universe gives you extra energy on your birthday!
After a delicious breakfast, Mr Osbiston, told me we were going to Spitalfields City Farm to visit the pig he sponsored for me for my birthday. (My other amazing present was Sigur Ros tickets!!!)
Despite the fact that it was a very grim and rainy day, I was ridiculously excited about going to the farm and about meeting my pig.
The farm is a stone’s throw from the East End and has all kinds of interesting animals, including donkeys, a Shetland pony, pygmy goats, a calf, rabbits, ferrets, geese, guinea pigs and chickens. The farm is free to visit and you can pop in and chat to, and even pet in some cases, the animals whenever you want. They also have a cafe and a shop where you can buy all kinds of food grown and produced at the farm.
Almost all the animals are available for sponsorship, including my pig, Watson, who is on the left of this picture. He is a rare breed of pig from New Zealand called a Kune Kune. I think he is very, very handsome. His pen-mate is called Holmes, which is very fitting. I decided that Watson was the pig for me because he took a brief break from eating to look up at me when I arrived.
In the next 12 months I will get to visit Watson four times and help to take care of him. I can’t wait.
After we had finished communing with the animals it was time for a (veggie) lunch at The Real Greek in Spitalfields market. Delicious!
After that it was time for some culture so we went for my first ever trip to the V&A, one of London’s many free museums.
The V&A is considered to be the world’s greatest museum of art and design and contains amazing ceramics, architecture, fashion, metalwork, books and more from multiple time periods all over the world. It really has to be seen to be believed. I have to admit that the fashion section was my absolute favourite and I became utterly lost in the gowns from the past… as well as this front room, which Mr Osbiston and I are adamant we are going to recreate when we own our own house one day.
Our last outing for the day was a trip to the movies to see Thor: The Dark World in 3D… but you’ll have to wait until next week’s Film Friday to hear about that!
I had an absolutely fabulous day yesterday thanks to all my awesome friends. I want to thank everyone who emailed, texted and facebooked me. I felt like the most popular person on earth with the number of messages I got.
Also thank-you to my work friends who surprised me with a cake in the shape of a worm (they say it was a caterpillar… I say it was a worm) and a Zavvi voucher. Some of the messages in the card were… interesting so I’d like to clear up a few issues. I am not 30, nor am I 18. I never went to Paris with Ben. I will not be drinking any Sambucca at my party or on any other day ever again. I have never drank Baileys from a shoe. Thank-you.
After having one very speedy drink at the Black Hole (Horse) after work, I headed home for dinner with Barb, Hilt, Justin, Dawn, Alex, Adam, Kelly, Don, Mich and Bear. The vino flowed like water and a good time was had by all. Especially me. I may have had more wine than what was completely reasonable. I loved my cake which was presented to me in the dark, lit up like a Christmas tree and I very much look forward to hitting Topshop with my voucher. A new coat calls. Extra love for Barb for cooking the delicious dinner. You guys all rock!
Have to say my highlight was probably talking to my brother who lives in Dubai. We haven’t spoken on the phone in a bit and it was so good to hear his voice. I can safely say he is happy and healthy and loving life. Unfortunately it also served to remind me just how much I miss him. Oh and thanks to La for calling from SA. I am aware that I was rather worse for wear when I spoke to you and I hope I was not completely incomprehensible!
In other news, party preparations are well underway and my costume is almost complete. Yesterday I picked up a pair of shiny black snakeskin leggings and I got a MUCH bigger nose-ring. The difference has been very noticeable. In fact, it seems most of my colleagues had not noticed that I even had a pierced nose until I put the “bolt” in. Responses have been mixed. Personally I love it and I might not go back to the stud. What do you guys think?
So today is my birthday. I am officially 28. 28… such a weird age. It’s not quite 30 but it’s kind of distanced from the younger 20’s… 29 is basically 30 anyway, so I suppose it’s the last real year of my 20’s… damn! I guess I have never really been the type to imagine what my future would be like. I never had a life plan. So I’m kinda sitting here going, when I was 15… 20… 25 is this where I thought I’d be at 28 and to be honest I have no idea!
Am I happy? Well in the last year I have done some things that made life very much worth living… I saw more bands than ever. I wrote the first half of my first novel. I met my muses. I went to two festivals. I got more tattoos. I partied with my friends. I loved and was loved by so many amazing people.
Is there more I want? Fuck, yeah! Please send book deal and tall, lanky rock star with mad hair, tattoos and complete devotion to me… and a British passport! But it’s all good… I’m only 28 and there’s all the time in the world. So for now… pass me my vodka, my shiny leggings and my wig. There is a rockstar party on Saturday and I need to get my Joan Jett on…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
P.S. Does anyone else think that now that Dubya is no longer the president of the US that he should hang out with Russell Brand? Both are former substances abusers and both have problems with saying the wrong thing in public. I think they’d have a great time together… especially if Russell gets to decide the wardrobe…