A good day. Oh yes.
My birthday was rather pleasant. Woken with kisses, toasted bagels with Marmite and scrambled eggs and a pile of presents; three of which turned out to be a pair of champagne glasses and two mini bottles of Moët. Yum!
We slobbed around most of the day, scoffing the leftover cake and roast lamb from the weekend, watching the first few episodes of the first series of The West Wing (I've been hankering after that for the last few weeks during the build-up to the US elections) and working our way through a bottle of champagne. Eventually we hauled ass out of the house to a Thai restaurant in Fulham for dinner which was absolutely heavenly - I had rice-paper-wrapped prawns with sweet chilli sauce, followed by duck in red curry with jasmine rice. A nice pot of tea followed at home once we'd battled through the freezing rain to get home and *bing* there appeared a chocolate encrusted, toffee cake! *explode*
It was such a good idea to take the day off and just do pretty much nothing but eat and drink nice things and snuggle up. Mmmm-mmm!
