Lovely to speak to you at the weekend, as I turned 30 in style with a weekend-long bash.
The preceding days were spent in preparation, from getting in supplies, setting up a caipirinha bar and blowing up balloons to strong-arming our estate agent after it transpired (the day before the party) that he'd failed to pay our building upkeep dues for the previous month, jeopardising the whole thing. We also had to take Roniron to the vet on Thursday after a bout of vomiting, and ended up holding him down and shaving his belly for an ultrasound, before trying to mend the irreparably damaged trust between us afterwards (he's fine now though).
After much commotion the party ended up a complete success, with a rotating cast of guests, presents (champagne! Baci! "The Force Awakens" on DVD!), free-flowing drinks and MEAT on tap courtesy of an elite BBQ team outside, an amazing chocolate and fruits-of-the-forest cake by Adny ("such an emotional day, even the cake was in tiers", etc), a brief unplugged concert and jam session, and a frantic clean-up and stocking of fridges around midnight.
Faced with a surplus of leftovers, we had Adny and Ridaut round the next day to break in our flat's BBQ, which worked a charm - plus a couple who turned up with their baby, obviously a day late and unaware, but we incorporated them into our lunch seamlessly and had a lovely time. And yesterday was a bank holiday too so we're now fully rested and relaxed for the week ahead.
In the meantime, here's a regular compilation, and another one charting the end of my twenties - a rollercoaster ride from denial to acceptance and back again. My phrase of the week translates thus: "at night, all cats are dark", i.e. anything goes under cover of darkness. Make of it what you will...
Speak soon!
Fred xx
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