Living Like a Small Green Hairy Fruit

My Birthday

1 August 2007

Sorry, have only just got round to writing this one. Many thanks to all you sent messages, cards and gifts.

Didn't know what to expect weather-wise as it is winter here.  Mark had to be in work for some ridiculous hour that morning (5.30am or something daft) so he rang me about 7am, sang happy birthday and insisted I got up and go into the lounge where there were two huge china pots for the garden, a bottle of vodka and a card with money in.  The card read 'the pots are for the plants, the money is to buy the plants to put in the pots, and the vodka is to cheer you up as it's only 1 year now till you're 40!'.  Nice. 

Kaela and Andrew had been shopping and gave me beautiful cards and an exquisite Greenstone (Jade) necklace of a Maori symbol which means (oops forgot will have to go and get card and see what it said!)

and a box of chocolates which they decided I needed to open before they went to school!

Mark's mum rang and sang happy birthday which was lovely.  They and Mark's sister had sent cheques which was great - more spending power at the garden centre. And I had cards from other family and friends which was lovely.

I had most of the day to myself.  The weather turned to custard and was chilly and drizzly so I thought I'd leave going out till the next day.

When everyone got back from school/work I got more presents, Kaela and Andrew had bought me a lovely jade green top and a black skirt.  They wanted me to wear it out that evening, but to be honest it was a bit chilly for a sleeveless top!

We had tea out that night, my choice, MacDonalds for a Kiwiburger and Hoyts in Westfield Mall to see The Simpson's Movie!  I have very simple taste I know, but it was fun, and the cinema was great, we had to sit second row from the front but it was brill and the seats were so comfortable and wide and it was nice and warm in there. I just had the best birthday.

My family finally caught up with the time difference and a few days later I got a phone call from Mum, followed by a gorgeous boquet of flowers arranged in a basket from a local florist that they had all clubbed together for and arranged (with traditional Metcalfe style I gather ;0) ) over the internet.