So, here I am, three days after turning 40 and you know what?
I haven't suddenly got an irresistible urge to wear crimpeline dresses, cut off all my hair and have a shampoo and set (why do all old ladies of a certain age do that?) or an urge for tartan slippers and quantities of Werthers Original.
What I do have an urge for though, is to tell you all about the most FANTABULOUS weekend EVER that my wonderful, wonderful Mr G organised for me all by his self.
I knew we were going away for the weekend and one of Mr G's family let slip *rollseyes* it was to London so off we went on Friday morning. Due to the cost of train tickets and the fact the hotel had reasonable parking it was decided we would drive.
We arrived at lunchtime and the first in a number of lovely meals was consumed:
I couldn't have looked more chuffed if I'd been stood between the real Twilight boys!!
(Despite looking like their mother!!)
All in all Madame Tussauds was much better than we remembered, as well as the celebs above there was a History of London exhibit where you went along in little taxi cabs; a Scream experience (like "Saw Alive" at Thorpe Park) which is an update on the old house of horrors, it being pitch black and scary and real actors leap out at you - I screamed like a girl and with my pelvic floor that can be a problem!!
There was also a 4D cinema experience which was fun - it was a Marvel Avengers cartoon and when they splashed you got wet, and when Spiderman shot his web it whooshed by you and so on. The kids would have loved it so we hope to take them.
Afterwards, we caught a bus back to Euston and it was time check into the hotel. Mr G had got a Groupon deal and the hotel was more than adequate, if a little impersonal - of course anything remotely boutique-ish (which is what I love) is an arm and leg in the capital.
Dinner on the first night was included and we enjoyed a nice meal (yummy steak) after which we set off to Covent Garden in search of cocktails.
Which we found:
Passion fruit martini....
Listening to Mr G trying to talk me into a third cocktail....
Then Mr G fancied ice-cream and so it was we found a Gelateria:
I had cheesecake and the nice waiter put a candle in it:
I'll post again tomorrow, all about Saturday which has gone down as one of my favourite days ever along with getting married and giving birth!!