It came, was fab, and went...

That would be my 40th birthday. Can't quite believe it myself and you are all at liberty to protest how much you don't believe it either. Anyway, I had promised myself that if not married by the time I was 40, I would darn well have a pretty fab party to which I would invite all my bezzy mates. What a brilliant thing to do that is. Whichever way I looked I was surrounded by people I wanted to be with. A very nice way to spend an evening. And my two fab nieces, Lottie and Flo made a guest appearance in the best possible way. What superstars. I love them to pieces. Remember Pixie and Dixie and Mr. Jinks "I hate meeses to pieces". You see, I am 40 really. Thanks to everyone for making it such a brilliant night to remember (Shalamar reference) and for all the gorgeous presents. What a lucky girl I am. And the 606 looked fantastic and was the perfect venue. James, you are a complete star. My balloons, roses and photos looked pretty good too though I say it myself. Might have to sneak a photo into the gallery page so watch out.

Oh, and did I mention moving to Devon. A kind of spur of the moment, spontaneous kind of thing. You see, have wetsuit, need to live by the sea. Only for a year... well that's the plan. And I'll be toing and froing to keep the music going. Plus you might just start to hear the jazz vibe pulsing around the north devon coast if I have anything to do with it. That'll be from 28th November then. Flippin' 'eck.

Other than that done hardly anything really...

Rx