Thursday, October 8, 2009

27-years-old: the review so far

My year of being 27-years-old has inexplicably begun with a wealth of presents at my door. I wake up to find a truly uncharacteristic but beautiful Adidas tracksuit being laid beside me. On my door handle there swings a paper bag containing a necklace as smooth and lovely as a coastal shelf. A knock on the door heralds the arrival of a soy mocha, chocolate croissant and flowers. I have eaten more cake than you could poke a steak knife at and am practically sitting knee-deep in lovely presents by 12pm. Does this herald the dawning of a new year full of macademia-nut-festooned toffee cakes, snow domes, pony brooches and croissants for all? Too early to say but I'm onboard.

Verdict: Two thumbs up.

5 comments:

Lindsay said...

Happy Birthday Bintface

my name is kate said...

Thanks binty.

Dave said...

Unfortunately for you, 27 has not meant you smell any better. Happy Birthday but :)

my name is kate said...

As ever Johnsy you know just what to say...

Big Man H said...

To think that I feel old sometimes...