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 hee...