The thing is, I got sort of kidnapped on my birthday. Twist that rubbery arm of mine. After a morning opening lots of lovely presents and cards (for once I was grown up and saved most of them from Saturday) lunch at Carluccios with two lovely wonderful friends turned into champagne at Claridges and then onwards for cocktails and there were a couple more pitstops after that and much, much drunken conversation. Including one with Helen, lucky girl!
Knitting wasn't one of the stops, whoops, though apparently the new venue worked well. The important thing is that while I did mislay a couple of things througout the evening, I made it home with my wallet, keys, phone and half a cotton glace cardigan. Got those priorities intact.
I've been mostly sleeping while trying to recover. Tons of freelance jobs now in too which is great but it in some ways just prolongs the agony - can't afford to stay freelance, need a fulltime job - boo. Anyway, off to do some of that work. Back soon. Soonish.
It was your birthday and you didn't tell us! (Or I missed it!) Sounds like you had a well-deserved great time. Little envelope put in mail earlier today... ;-)
Posted by: Thimbleanna | Saturday, 31 March 2007 at 01:45
Glad to know you had a smashing birthday night out! You deserve it, miss :-)
Posted by: Jade | Wednesday, 04 April 2007 at 07:19
Sounds like you had a great time, not all sedate like mine, I would have enjoyed yours better...:)
Love your dress dummy, I have always wanted one of those, I might swap my hubby for one!! only kidding..:)
Hope the job situation gets better for you.
Cheers Sheila
Posted by: Sheila | Saturday, 07 April 2007 at 08:05