Flat old 41 !

One year after the tremendous celebrations which marked my 40th birthday, I hit 41, (or should I say, slid into it).To say it is an anti-climax is somewhat of an understatement, as it bears no resemblance to the fuss and attention lavished on me aged 40, but hey ho, on with life we go !
Having whinged a bit, I did have a lovely weekend. On Staurday night we went round to Victor and the blondes and enjoyed a great dinner of Parma wrapped pork fillet, wiht all the trimmings, in the company of Newly Single and the lovely Skinny Mallink ( the only person I know who owns the book "Strategies for Gaining Weight".....I kid you not !)Bubbly moved on to White wine and the nutters at the table( I was not one of them!) moved further onto the deadly Black Sambucca.....nuts !I did spend some time however swinging ( no, not that type of s party ) on Victors magnificent ( no, not that type of party either) HAMMOCK ! I was wearing my new GOK Style wrap dress wiht a killer pair of scarlet heels which GASP appreciated. He did try to show me the level of his appreciation on arriving home, but all efforts were thwarted by an 18 month old whinger....pity !
On Sunday, the day of turning 41, we headed off to Dunderry Fair, where my lunch concisted of a bacon and sausage roll from Roganstown Smokehouse....FAB ! I instructed eldest son to advise his father that he needed to purchase a birthday cake, so a great home made sponge with sprinkles on top, suffered the indignity of having about 20 candles shoved into it in a haphazard manner...but the singing was great. Again, GASP, later that evening tried to create our own little intimate birthday celebration , but this time an inquisitive 5 year old, blew out that cadle of opportunity....blimey !
Yesterday was a very good day. It is not every day you have a Monday off with your husband, even if you have to have a breast biopsy to make it happen. After a greasy breakfast in "Tastei Citchen", I was informed that I did not have breast cancer....thank God. In celebration, we headed off to Grafton Street, where GASP bought his first ever piece of clothing with pink in it and I bought "Meals in Heels" ( Do ahead dishes for the dinner party diva), and some Marks and Spencers knickers ! We had lunch in The Counter, where GASP built his own 1lb burger ! What a man. We arrived home late in the afternoon, to find a green 5 year old, who promptly threw up...the joys of parenthood. In between his last spew at 8.00 and the babies spew at midnight, suffice it to say that GASP and I finally got to mark the event........41 not 21 but still going !