I turned 40 on Saturday.
John turned 40 2 years ago, along with a number of my friends, so I have been quite ok with it until last week. My parents are here and staying at the home of friend's of theirs. While we were having lunch with their friends the day they arrived, mum happened to mention that I was turning 40. Well, my heart lurched and the hairs on my arms all stood on end! I hadn't expected that reaction! As it turns out I have been thoroughly spoilt over the weekend, with the promise of more to come this week, which I feel is easing me in gently.
Here's my first ever photo with my glamorous ma ...
She made up a great album of 40 years worth of pictures which the kids loved. "Grandma!! Your hair is BROWN!!", "Grandpa, you were so skinny!", "Mum, you look like Archie! You even have the same haircut!!", "Is that Unc? He was so small and cute!" (he's now over 6' tall and nearly as old as me!).
A sample of cards and one of the many balloons. There were also some beautiful pressies.
And look what my clever girl made for me! How fantastic is that?
John and the kids made cakes - something to do with Scotland, Australia, age and cars... And monkeys...? It tasted great! The dog agreed - he managed most of the 4 by himself while we were at the beach. Grrrrr.
Ma and Pa babysat so that we were able to go out to a Chef's Hatted restaurant! Haven't been out for dinner since John's 40th 2 years ago.
John spent ages preparing a very sophisticated birthday lunch for Sunday.
We had to cancel the planned bbq at Blackbutt Reserve (my friend's daughter asked very sweetly if she should paint her bottom black!) but some gorgeous girl friends decided to throw an impromptu party at the beach instead. The sun was splitting the heavens for the first time in ages and we had a lovely time with cake and bubbles.
Maybe 40's not so bad after all.
