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Aden’s surprise

Next week I will be, gasp, gulp, sigh, sob… FORTY!!!

Don’t be wishing me a ‘Happy Birthday’, yet. Germans consider birthday wishes before the actual day to be bad luck. I’m not particularly superstitious. Though I don’t walk under ladders – I’m a klutz and something could easily drop on my head. I do salute magpies – I’m polite. I do shriek quite loudly if someone attempts to put their shoes on the table – it’s unhygienic. I do swoop in and attempt to win the battle of the wishbone – I see no point in throwing a wish possibility away. I did spend around half my childhood looking for a four-leaf clover, with no success. And I do knock on my head, if I’m not in close proximity to a more perfectly formed wooden object.

No, I would describe myself as more pragmatic than superstitious.

Anyway, if you’ve been paying attention you’ll know that I’m planning – and that means currently organizing – a proper knees up for my fortieth. I can say knees up now, I’m almost forty. Though whether I can actually get that bloody wrecked left knee up there is another discussion entirely… Where was I? Oh yes, party. So I’m currently organizing the festivities as laid out by my challenges. It’s quite exciting.

Last week, I accompanied my son to an impressive sports event involving several local schools. The finale being two dances performed by 1800 pupils in unison.

After I’d wiped my eyes (blubbery mother that I am) I dragged walked with my five-year old to find my son in the swarm and then we found ourselves right in front of the stage, watching the most amazing balloon entertainer.

I mean, this guy totally rocked.

My son stood in the long queue and waited patiently to receive the autograph of the performer.

I stood with him for a while, then wandered over to the grass and sat in the sunshine. All the other kids picked up their autographed postcards, said their ‘hellos’ and were gone. But my son had a little chat with the young man.

I quizzed him, but he was non-committal.

The next day my son informed me he was expecting a call and that I was under no circumstances allowed to answer the telephone.

The call finally came and he returned to the room, disappointed.

He’d tried to book this amazing entertainer to come to my birthday party as my birthday present.

Naturally, the entertainer (who’s been on TV several times) was completely booked up.

Now, how sweet is that?

I am relieved though. He would have had no money left = no train set that he’s been saving for forever and a day, and we’d probably have had to empty our piggy banks as well.

P.S. If you’re looking to send me a birthday present, tissues would be nice, the ones here seem to be rather soggy!

P.P.S. For my entertainment and yours, a clip of the super-duper entertainer in question (it’s in German but please persevere, it’s worth it!):


Do the shake and pop and get the freshness back…

Wow it’s erm… well March already and I have erm… been on a date with Joni and that’s well, pretty much it for February’s update.

I don’t mean that’s ALL I’ve done in the whole of February. Silly.


  • fought the Battle of the Vomit and WON (touch wood – don’t jinx it, it’s early days…)
  • beaten the migraine. Well, that’s not exactly fair to credit just February, after all, that battle went on for four whole months
  • replaced it (in the same week – see how good I actually am?) with a sinus headache = sinus infection = slime + lung infection = antibiotics
  • shaken. You could have rattled me. As I rolled around in confusion with many, many bottles of pills.
  • beaten the crap out of the slime. (OK, OK credit there, might just go to the pills)
  • popped my knee
  • not unpopped my knee
  • decided a bouncy castle is probably not the best entertainment for my fortieth birthday party IF I CAN POP MY KNEE JUST RUNNING UPSTAIRS TO ANSWER THE BLOODY PHONE
  • missed the call, then swore. A lot.

On a more cheery note, I’ve also:

  • chatted to the woman in the jewellers so much, as my daughter was having her ears pierced, that we’re now on first name terms. Really. Her name is Helen.
  • thought about giving Helen my phone number (what? she was nice…) but my husband thought it was weird
  • learned that my five-year old finds it perfectly acceptable to pierce your knee
  • dealt with a crank caller
  • finally (hallelujah) convinced the five-year old spinning ballerina that I can not do ballet, specifically the splits, even if I practice, with the aid of a bandage on afore-mentioned popped knee (silver lining)
  • managed to get around to cleaning the carousel cupboard in the kitchen. The sticky one. We celebrated by using up the approaching best before date items to make orange and chocolate chip cookies. Yum!

That means a new recipe!!!!

So, actually, February’s update includes a date with Joni and a new recipe. Fruition!

Please welcome new 101ers:

Smile, kiddo


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