Tuesday, September 14, 2010
dirty flirty 30...
...and freaked out. And yet strangely satisfied. And yet freaked out.
But more strangely satisfied.
Have been spoilt rotten by my Brit, who presented me with a gorgeous watch this morning, amongst other lovely treats - wow, I was blown away.
And have definitely felt the love from friends from all over the globe.
Tonight I'm dressing up and being taken somewhere (will wear my new nude stiletto's. Nude is the new red), but have no idea where I'm being taken. Which is rather exciting.
The brief from the Brit was to dress up.
My flatmates baked me an amazing cake in the shape of a 3 and a 0, delicious, with the huge effort of added sprinkles and silver balls, in the pattern of the Union Jack.
The gave me a 'Brit themed' 30th, and bought me this amazing Cool Britannia handbag, in an effort to Britannisize me.
Bless. My mate bought me a cushion of the same theme, which the Brit slept on on the night bus home on Saturday.
Altogether spoilt, loved and happy. What more could a 30 year old ask for?