It was my birthday on Tuesday. I had a lovely day that ended with a great meal out at one of my favourite restaurants in Soho. We walked half way home before giving in to the kids moaning and jumped in a cab, which was admittedly a relief, because *HOW ABOUT THIS HEAT?
In the early hours of the following morning I was really unwell which wiped me out for the entire next day, and I was still feeling pretty grim yesterday which was Edie’s Birthday. I had to rally to make Birthday Blondies - neither of us are birthday cake people - and to go out for dinner last night as it had been planned for weeks and weeks.
I don’t think it was food poisoning, I think it was too much rich food mixed with the heat, and my body just said ‘no thank you very much’. Despite having grown up in Sydney, I don’t love the heat, and don’t deal with it particularly well, unless I’m sat beside a pool in the shade. I’m still feeling pretty fragile today, and the week has been a virtual write-off which is SO ANNOYING. I have things to do FFS!
I was so happy to drift off to sleep last night - birthday week is always A LOT with two birthdays two days apart, and just quietly, I was pleased it was over.
But to add insult to injury in the early hours of this morning, chaos ensued…
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