I normally post something here on my actual birthday, because it seems like a fun thing to do (like the year when I was in Santorini, or Bangkok, or my first birthday in Australia last year), but this year apparently the fun boat left me far, far behind. So far behind that it’s been almost two months since the day itself…. Oops. Ehh, things have been a little hectic around here.
I may have mentioned that things got a bit busy for me in May (and April, and kind of March too?) so my birthday somewhat crept up on me and then whizzed past all at once. My biggest sister (who normally lives in the north of England) was in Australia at the time of my birthday, and I had originally planned to have a birthday dinner with her. However, she was at a conference and the schedule kept changing so it didn’t quite work out that way in the end.
What actually happened was that I woke up on my birthday to some lovely cards and beautiful Australian native flowers from my husband, which was a brilliant start to the day. He tried to make pancakes but that didn’t quite go to plan, so I had cereal instead and headed off to work.
I spent the day at work which sucked – I don’t often talk about my work on here because I get nervous in case anyone ever finds it, but I’m so fed up with my current project that I’m not afraid to say that my day at work was miserable. I didn’t tell anyone it was my birthday because I didn’t want any fuss, and it was overall a fairly depressing experience.
But then I came home again and S and I headed off to Birthday Plan B, which was pizza a deux.
I wore my birthday necklace, which is so bright it punches you in the face with cheerfulness. That’s kind of what I needed. And here’s why you don’t need to feel sorry for me for my distinctly average birthday (not withstanding the best efforts of my husband, thank you S).
Because at the end of the week before my birthday, my biggest sister arrived on a plane from England! I used my remaining annual leave to take two days off at the end of that week and we had an absolute blast. We were joined by my second biggest sister for some of that time, and we spent it chatting up a storm, eating up a storm, and shopping up a storm (see: cheerful birthday necklace).
It was indescribably great to hang out all 3 of us, and I don’t remember the last time I went proper girly shopping with people who can be trusted to give me honest opinions.
And then that weekend was my second biggest sister’s birthday party, so we all put on our party frocks and danced to Chumbawumba and were jointly baffled by a cronut wall (nope, still can’t explain what that was). It wasn’t my birthday party but I certainly enjoyed myself as if it were.
And then the day after my birthday I went for a delicious dinner at El Karim, a Lebanese restaurant in the next suburb over, just like I did last year. Except this time I went with lots of the new friends I have made in the past year. So, that was nice, seeing how things have changed in a relatively short space of time.
Oh, we’re not done yet. The next day I went for lunch with Sam, who had made me a surprise birthday cake! And sang! And it was so unexpected and also delicious, I must say. We had misadventures with boomerangs and tried to cram a catch up into my lunch break (always a challenge) and then I listened in as the rest of my colleagues collectively lost their minds over Sam’s cake which I’d left in the kitchen.
And last but certainly not least I had a birthday tea with S, my second biggest sister, my two nieces and nephew, her husband very briefly, and my sister in law and her husband who had arrived late the night before. And I got another cake! This one was shaped like an echidna and I was very impressed with my husband’s baking skillz.
We also had a proper kid style birthday tea, with sausage rolls and crisps and crudites. I’m sure they weren’t called that when I was a child but you know what I mean. My favourite was the straight up bowl of marshmallows….
So what I’m saying here is that while my actual birthday was a little low-key this year, the days surrounding it were extremely fun filled. And now I’m two in Australia.
Do you have a no work on your birthday policy? Or would you if you could?