My first blog as a 28-year-old

I am back at work, and absolutely exhausted.
What a weekend.
I had expected my birthday surprise to be a night at the pictures and a sexy stay at a dirty B+B, but man was I wrong.
Philippa had said it would be ‘secret and special‘. Was it secret? Yes - I genuinely didn’t have a clue what was coming; was it special? You bet your sweet ass.
We spent Friday and Saturday night at a hotel in London. And when I say a hotel, I mean A HOTEL. I moaned once about how much it must be costing, and how we could have put that money towards a deposit on a house, but Philippa just said “Shut up and enjoy it. It’s your birthday.”
We lazed in the pool, we both had a facial, and for the first time in my life I ate quail.
On Sunday we got the early train back, but got off in Cambridge, and who joined us for lunch by the river? SOPHIE AND TAMARA.
They’d planned it all at Christmas, the sneaky bitches. T’s parents live in Cambridge and they were away in December, so the girls wanted to have a belated festive weekend with them, and arranged it to coincide with my birthday.
Never have I felt so loved and appreciated.
Excuse me while I wipe away a tear.
　
RC 24-1-12