More birthdays......

Dear Diary,

Last two days have been pretty good. It was Auntie's birthday a few days ago, so we trekked up to hers to partake in some champagne before heading out. I tell you what though, she is literally IMPOSSIBLE to buy for. What do you buy the woman who not only has everything, but is also turning 50??! Not cool. Anyway, Shaun and I pitched in (well, I picked, Shaun paid me half) and eventually opted for a book of local walks (her and Dan love walking) and a beautiful crystal swan from BHS - which I convinced Shaun was from Swarovski and knocked his payback money up by £15. Oh yes, I have entered the ruthless business world! Or I'm a shameless, desperate sham artist milking my own brother.....

Anyway, Auntie loved it, and at my suggestion put it in the conservatory, so the sun could hit it and make the room sparkle. I even saw tears in her eyes, which I must admit, gave me a warm feeling - especially since I've never actually seen her cry. Afterwards we went out for an AMAZING meal, and OH MY GOD!!! I HAD OYSTERS!!! Yes, I finally tried the last seafood on my list still to consume before I was 30, and by George and every British monarch, they were fucking INCREDIBLE!! They came all warm, filled up with a sort of cheesy thermidour sauce (like the Hilton lobsters), all ready to just be sliced free and poured down my throat. And damn, it's true what they say..... my head was swimming after 10 minutes!

Grandma was hilarious as well, flirting with the Italien waiter and saying she "missed" Joe (despite only ever having met him once). Sadly he couldn't come, because Shell - who you may remember as the bossy, overbearing wife of his friend - had her birthday on the same day, and was demanding attendance at her party in Macclesfield. Which, apparently, was utter crap - it would seem that no-one turned up, and it was just 5 of them sitting there drinking while she demanded everyone worshipped her new handbag. Fun times! We had invited him along to the family do, but he couldn't get out of Shell's do, more the pity. It sounded horrific.

The rest of the weekend was as normal - boring and full of work. Still, it pays the bills!

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