I clearly expressed to Huxley that I did not want a birthday party this year as I have just had three weeks of childfree, party time in Mediterranean. I should have known that he would ignore my wishes and do the complete opposite, but I thought that after sixteen years of marriage he would have realised that I loathe surprises and that I can't bear being the centre of attention.

So what did he do last night?  He organised a surprise birthday party at our house of course! What was even more frustrating was that I was clueless to the fact that both he and the children were up to something and consequently I was utterly duped!

I waved Hoover and Fussy off at the front door last night as they stood there bathed and clean and ready for bed in their flannelette pyjama's. Hence, the last thing I suspected upon my return home after a quiet dinner with my colluding girlfriends, was to be greeted at the door by my glamorous, frocked up four year old daughter who then led me by the hand into a house full of people ready to party!



So thanks Corrie, Jacqueline, Yolanda and Ava for conspiring with Huxley against me and for managing to pull the wool over the eyes of the most controlling of control freaks. I love each and all of you despite your power, corruption and lies. And I love all your gorgeous gifts - you really shouldn't have.

May the road ahead be paved with good Martinis!

So after sleeping off last nights frivolities we decided to have a quiet family lunch today at one of our favourite restaurants. Hoover and Fussy got to sing happy birthday at the top of their lungs and managed to blow out all the candles on my rather decadent triple chocolate, orange mud cake.

Thanks once again for all the wonderful birthday wishes you left on my facebook and twitter wall - baci a te!