There was nothing to celebrate really. Turning 38 is pretty run of the mill (although I do prefer to be an even age as opposed to an odd age) and I was intending to keep the date under wraps. Plus I was working most of the weekend and had waving off the Shark and TH plus a evening with the family to contend with, as well as working on Sunday. However, due to the powers of myspace, everyone knew it was my birthday and quite a few had it in their diaries anyway. I must start writing these things down somewhere.
To my shock and surprise I had 3 wrapped presents waiting for me on my desk at work. One was a camping pack of Tarot cards, one was “Stardust’ by Neil Gainman (which I cannot wait to read) and the last package was a ‘birthday girl’ badge with disco lights that I immediately installed on my cleavage. So much for keeping it quiet then. I had 2 other presents delivered during the day, one-handed garden shears and a bottle of Stolly from the WB. Oh, and a beautiful and anonymous bunch of flowers, although I do have my suspicions. Wow, It’s not been like this for years, not since me old RFH days. I was quite overcome.
Friday evening’s work consisted of going to the Beeb with RH who was in town for a weekend of promo. We finished up by 8.30 and RH suggested that a few of us go back to his hotel for drinks as it’s ‘codenamelizzy’s birthday. Although he doesn’t really need an excuse I was really happy to be invited and indeed the cause for a celebration. RH’s my favourite artist at work and a beautiful man whether he’s talking or singing. The bar that served Guinness had a pianist and my flashing cleavage (yes I still had it on!) led to a special rendition of happy birthday and an opportunity to request a song. During the day a colleague offered to play any music that I wanted and I chose the Bees Gees. Perfect for a Friday in the office. During ‘How Deep is Your Love’ He Who Cannot Be Named texted me a beautiful birthday message which led to tear filled eyes and then actually to tears. So I requested that. I’m soft as a bag of tits. That’s how RH described how soft he is to a cinema full of people earlier, so I’m stealing it. As well as brilliant company, not having to pay for a thing, RH also gave me another present. He gave me a CD that he had been looking for for years and had only just found, as that’s all he had with him and he wanted me to have it. How nice is that? Due to a hefty schedule and a packed weekend I booked a cab for 12.30. Not because I wanted to go but because I really should. I was leaving only very reluctantly so it was a real wrench to go when HW grabbed my arms, looked into my eyes and sang with a voice like velvet “don’t go sweet codenamelizzy don’t go”. There were more words but I was in such a daze I can’t remember them. Somehow I stuck to my resolve and got in the cab, which I was no less escorted to and sent off with a kiss of the cheek. I elegantly got in my cab and told him “I’m gonna have to blog this”.
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