Tomorrow is September 17th.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I am going to be 37.
Flipping heck, yes, 37. Three years off the big one. I remember my dad's 40th.....jeez this life is flying.
I can't quite believe it. I remember my sixth birthday - I had a disco at home and I wore denim dungarees. I remember my 13th birthday. My parents threw a massive disco for me in a village hall. I danced to Salt 'n' Pepa's Push It (still my favourite ever song) and wore huge silver treble clef shaped earrings from Tammy Girl.
I remember having afternoon tea at The Ritz with my family a few birthdays ago. The pianist played Happy Birthday while I scoffed dainty sandwiches and little cakes. Bliss!
I love birthdays. Every year without fail, all my family phone me separately and sing down the phone (in an operatic/choral voice) as soon as they wake up. This year though, I've told them to wait until the evening cos we are busy all day long on my birthday.
We move house at 7.30am tomorrow morning. It's been one hell of a weekend but we've had the most amazing help from both sets of parents and today, the Husband and I counted our lucky stars. Both sets of folks have given up their busy days to travel to us and help us out with packing, cleaning, scrubbing etc. Our new home is now gleaming, as shiny as a new pin, just waiting for us to move in and give it a new lease of life.
Tomorrow night, the Husband and I will be sitting in our new home. OUR new home (except it isn't new, it's old!) with fish and chips and Champagne, to toast my birthday, our 10th wedding anniversary (again...we keep toasting it!) and our new home. It's been a long time coming, all this!
My dad calculated that we have moved seven times in ten years. I hope now that we can stay put for a while. Put down roots as strong as oak trees, as one of my friends told me.
I have some cherry tree goodies to show you, but seeing that I have packed up the kitchen, it will have to wait. But I've made friends with the manager of a cherry tree shop and she let me go back stage - yes, behind the scenes. It was heavenly!
But more on that next time.
Til my next blog post (which may not be for a while until I am sorted and unpacked), let me show you a few photos:
The dear Prince started pre school for the first time ever.
Day one, wonderful. Day two, a few tears. Day three, more tears. Now he refuses to go. The photo above was day two. Then he started to miss me and wanted to come home.
The Princess started her big middle school. She amazes me, she is taking it all in her stride, bless her.
She also went to her first roller disco...
The Prince went to the barber for the first time ever.
I ate a massive ice cream during a break from packing and cleaning.
Oh yeah, the packing. Oh it's been a right pain...
|Two hours ago. We move tomorrow. Not good.|
|That is a doll, not a human. This doll causes problems if left in the car...|
Please note my photos are crap because my camera has broken. I don't own a smart phone. I own an old phone. It takes poor photos. That's my weak excuse anyway!