I often think I have the best friends and family in the world, and last night confirmed it. A group of my nearest and dearest surprised me with a birthday celebration that had been months in the making. And I genuinely had no idea until I walked through the door.
So I want to say thank you so much to my family for conniving on so many levels, and setting up such an elaborate sting. I’m sorry for the couple of spanners I inadvertently threw in the works as I changed plans over the last few weeks, but from what people were saying, that just added a bit of adventure to the conspiracy.
Thank you to my friends, some of whom travelled a long way to be there last night, and those who couldn’t make it sent beautiful and funny birthday wishes that made me realise I am just so ridiculously lucky.
Finally, thank you to the god of post-30s hangovers who seems to randomly apportion head-splitters and stomach turners based on some mysterious alignment of the stars rather than volumes of booze drunk, because despite the multiple champagnes I put away last night, I was not made to suffer this morning.