Birthday.

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Today I am 26 years and 1 day old and yesterday was one of the best days of my life (I am known for statements like this one, there are quite a few best days and best meals but every time I say it I mean it, I swear).

Mr. J is the birthday king and has been working on changing my attitude to celebrating my birthdays for a few years now.  He’s the best at making me excited about my birthdays, something I haven’t done since I stopped having kid b-day parties. When I was little my parents always invited my extended family and friends for the afternoon but when I grew older apart from a little family time with cake and presents I kept my birthdays to myself. I didn’t fancy parties and a big fuss around my birthdays. I guess I was avoiding the pressure from having to have a good time, the same kind of pressure New Year’s Eve imposes upon us.

All of my birthdays with Mr. J have been different but one thing is always the same: I get spoilt rotten. In the previous years he always told me what we were up to or I told him what I fancied doing (and eating!). This year, however, I wasn’t allowed to know anything, the whole day was a secret.

First thing in the morning while waiting for Mr. J “to get everything ready” I opened my emails to find one of the best presents ever (see, I told you). It was a short story written by my dad about the day I was born. As far as I can remember, my mum always told me the story of my birth on my birthdays but it was a completely different experience seeing it through my dad’s eyes! I couldn’t help shedding a few tears. Then after reading a lovely email from my mum, (she’s always the first one to wish me happy birthday, I think she must feel it in her belly button or something) I was invited to come to the living room to find a pile of shiny presents!

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I was over the moon with this present. Doctor Martens low patent shoes. I was dreaming about these for so long and here they were!

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Such lovely presents, I couldn’t have been happier! Clearly.

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Here Mr. J himself. Sipping his tea watching how well he’s done.

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We had my requested breakfast of cream cheese & smoked salmon bagels with banana & coconut smoothie.

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Ready for more surprises with my new DMs on.

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I had no idea where we were going when we got off in Charing Cross making our way through St. James’ park. We spent so much time watching ducks and swans…

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…and laughing so much at this little duck that could swim underwater and kept annoying all the other birds for no reason what-so-ever.

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It was quite a long walk and my feet started feeling the strange element of new shoes. The typical first day new shoes story that is especially cruel with Doctor Martens. Their life-long comfort  is well deserved by the first day torture. My first ever DMs are marked by my blood for the rest of their days.

I was very happy to hear that we were almost there and I was even more happy finding myself in the Ruben’s hotel next to Buckingham Palace! I right away knew what was happening! Afternoon tea! Mr. J must have taken a note of my rumbling about it.

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What? A laughing leopard? I couldn’t find the connection of a cartoon-like leopard with the serious posh decor but it actually made me feel welcome.

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We spent almost four hours chatting, drinking tea and slowly eating our way through the three plates of delicious sandwiches, scones and deserts.

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Difficult decision: where to start?

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Very full and very happy we headed home (at least that’s what I thought).

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On the train Mr. J started looking at his watch quite a bit more than he normally does when we go to “watch a film at home” but I did not suspect anything up until we took a different train than we would if we were really going home. I still haven’t received a birthday wish from Mr. J’s parents and this train was going close to their house. I put one and one together and was certain we were going for a visit. Wrong turn. What? Really? Ok, I am giving up guessing. When we finally walked into a pub I managed to give it just a quick thought possibly expecting two of our friends waiting for us there before I heard the familiar Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you… I was right about the couple of friends but what I did not expect was the other ten, Mr. J’s parents and brother! How amazing! With a few more people turning up later on, we were chatting and drinking till closing time.

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I got so many lovely presents and Mr. J’s mum made the most amazing ginger cake, big enough to feed everybody and still have enough for me to take home.

As I said it was the most amazing day with the most amazing people.

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