The Birthday Girl
So I get home early cause I left work at 4.40pm managing to beat rush hour traffic. I had a little layabout time which is always nice before a night out. I like being able to put some time between rushing home and rushing to get ready. Like a sorbet between course really.
Gosh I can be a ponce.
Anyway, I got ready in record time which shocked Ian considerably. My new dress looked lovely! I didn't mentioned that did I. Well, I bought a dress!! Something I never do unless I have an event I have to tart up for. A digression. My company's Summer Ball was last weekend and we didn't go. Why? I could not be doing with rushing around Manchester looking for an expensive outfit I know I will only wear once. That was only part of the reason albeit a big part but nonetheless, only part. The other reason was that good friends of ours were not going and Ian doesn't like anyone else that I work with. Well, that is not entirely true but if James, Ian's partner in crime, wasn't going to be there, Ian was not fussed about missing out on the big night out.
So the day before my birthday I'm wandering aimlessly around the shops and just as I am about to head back to the office I walk into Monsoon. I spot this dress, try it on and buy it. Just like that. Given I never buy dresses just like that I knew it was a choice purchase. It would have been quite adequate for the ball but by that stage I had pretty much convinced myself I did not want to go so I told Ian I'd bought it for my birthday 'outing'.
Where was I? Oh, yes. I get ready, Ian is trying very hard to pretend he was 'panicking' for PJ had left a message on the answering machine (that I was supposed to have checked when I got home) asking us to drop by with a camera before we went out as they needed it. So between Ian's pretend panic at not being quite sure how to get to where we were going from James & PJ's place and PJ's a-bit-too-sincere message I had them sussed. But the giveaway was the HAPPY BIRTHDAY sign hanging on their front door when we pulled up. Bless them. It was a great night. PJ is a brilliant cook and THE Hostess with the Mostess at the best of times but to lay on a gorgeous spread while taking care of a 4mth old is exceptional.
We had a lovely night with James, PJ, Chad & Christine and lots of great food and wine. I got a pair of these which I just LOVE, so much in fact that I put them on there and then and wore them all night! Didn't quite go with the dress but they did go with the gorgeous necklace that Trinity bought me. Apparently being 4 months old does not preclude her from picking pretty gifts. Just as well.
I have some lovely friends here in the UK which makes being here so much easier. Actually, that came out wrong, what I mean is being so far from family and friends in Australia is much easier to bear when you have the most wonderful, caring people I have around me here in England!
Back to the sofa cause me ankles are poorly.
Gosh I can be a ponce.
Anyway, I got ready in record time which shocked Ian considerably. My new dress looked lovely! I didn't mentioned that did I. Well, I bought a dress!! Something I never do unless I have an event I have to tart up for. A digression. My company's Summer Ball was last weekend and we didn't go. Why? I could not be doing with rushing around Manchester looking for an expensive outfit I know I will only wear once. That was only part of the reason albeit a big part but nonetheless, only part. The other reason was that good friends of ours were not going and Ian doesn't like anyone else that I work with. Well, that is not entirely true but if James, Ian's partner in crime, wasn't going to be there, Ian was not fussed about missing out on the big night out.
So the day before my birthday I'm wandering aimlessly around the shops and just as I am about to head back to the office I walk into Monsoon. I spot this dress, try it on and buy it. Just like that. Given I never buy dresses just like that I knew it was a choice purchase. It would have been quite adequate for the ball but by that stage I had pretty much convinced myself I did not want to go so I told Ian I'd bought it for my birthday 'outing'.
Where was I? Oh, yes. I get ready, Ian is trying very hard to pretend he was 'panicking' for PJ had left a message on the answering machine (that I was supposed to have checked when I got home) asking us to drop by with a camera before we went out as they needed it. So between Ian's pretend panic at not being quite sure how to get to where we were going from James & PJ's place and PJ's a-bit-too-sincere message I had them sussed. But the giveaway was the HAPPY BIRTHDAY sign hanging on their front door when we pulled up. Bless them. It was a great night. PJ is a brilliant cook and THE Hostess with the Mostess at the best of times but to lay on a gorgeous spread while taking care of a 4mth old is exceptional.
We had a lovely night with James, PJ, Chad & Christine and lots of great food and wine. I got a pair of these which I just LOVE, so much in fact that I put them on there and then and wore them all night! Didn't quite go with the dress but they did go with the gorgeous necklace that Trinity bought me. Apparently being 4 months old does not preclude her from picking pretty gifts. Just as well.
I have some lovely friends here in the UK which makes being here so much easier. Actually, that came out wrong, what I mean is being so far from family and friends in Australia is much easier to bear when you have the most wonderful, caring people I have around me here in England!
Back to the sofa cause me ankles are poorly.
5 Comments:
I love your birthday pretty flowery wellies!!! I want a pair too!!!!
Oh they are soooo beautiful, you are so lucky!
Nina xxx
Yes, they look pretty, but do they offer any support around the ankles?
Neil, we suffer to be beautiful remember???
I want a pair of flowery wellies.....
Absolutely no support whatsoever!
But aren't they purty?!
Happy belated Birthday. Keep on Kipling, I find the shorter stories easier to digest though they depend on understanding a lot of the background he wrote against, and I'm sure I miss a lot of the allusions.
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