It’s My Birfday
Well, today was the day that I became officially older than God.
We went out to dinner last night (despite much whingeing on my part about how sick I was) and had a wonderful meal. Mmmmnnn, swordfish with Thai coconut-chili sauce and sticky toffee date pudding after, lots of wine and Irish coffee with dessert.
I went out to the stable early this morning (I finally gave up trying to sleep without coughing, it was impossible), hoping to let Lizzie have some grazing time, but I forgot that it was the day of the thrice-damned shoot. *sigh*
I was walking down through the wood and down the hills to the bottom pasture to get Kip, when I saw the most gorgeous picture: the light was golden on the fields, and there was a fox just coming out of the edge of the wood, all highlighted against the darker trees. God, I wish I’d had a camera.
We went shopping and I bought tons of goodies to soothe my birthday-wounded soul: cous cous with roasted veggies, Thorntons Caramel shortbread, Halloumi cheese, french bread. :) Also a bottle of Moët & Chandon, which we’ll drink out of plastic glasses tonight. Don’t ask me why, it’s symbolic in a kind of mixed-up way. Something to do with not giving a shit about being older than god. *s*
But now we’re going to take Beanie, one of the ferrets, on a run at the farm, while I feed Lizzie. He loves going out, and we hardly ever take him.