I'm guessing that today, my birthday, is probably too late, but who cares. I'm the birthday girl!
Here I am at my seventh birthday party, celebrating in Strawberry Shortcake style, and looking pretty happy with my new Getalong gang character. His name escapes me. It was, sadly, a rather quiet party with just four guests: me, my sister and my parents. We had just moved to Quebec two weeks earlier and I had no one to invite. Not that this party scarred me for life or anything...
Lee took me to London for my birthday, which was a lovely treat. We failed to take advantage of the multitude of cultural exhibits available in this great city, but instead focused on eating, drinking, walking, and shopping.
Lee had a successful visit to Belstaff and I scored some good deals at Banana Republic and some new latte bowls at Anthropologie.
We even survived a dodgy trip on a rickshaw, with a crazy driver wearing a jaunty hat.
We did a 'flat white' tour of the city tasting flat whites at four different coffee shops (all staffed by Antipodeans): Flat White, Foxcroft and Ginger, Sacred Coffee, and Lantanta. My favorite was at Lantanta, while Lee preferred his at Flat White. Yes, we're coffee dorks.
By the way, we had a lovely and relaxing Christmas and new year. I spent my days baking, eating copious amounts of cheese, reading books and doing jigsaw puzzles. It was luxurious.
My favorite book of the lot was One Day by David Nicholls. I'm intrigued to hear Anne Hathaway's take on a Yorkshire accent when the film comes out next year...
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