Happy Birthday?!!

I knew he was up to something, just couldn't figure it out. But all became clear on Thursday night....

Andrew had sent me a text during the day requesting that we go for a walk after tea. Not so unusual for us except I knew I would be late back from work as I was going to the gym and by the time we had tea I knew it would be pushing 8.30pm. Nether the less I agreed, the evening had cooled off a lot but it was still quite balmy.

No sooner had I put my fork down Andrew utters "come on then, get your shoes on". Obligingly I follow orders, shoes and jacket on, plates in the kitchen ready for a leisurely stroll around the block. Not so... Andrew pushes me out the door, grabs my hand and starts marching! At this point I'm starting to wonder what this is all about. "Slow down - there's no rush" I say, shortly followed by "why are we going this way?" as we head across the grass to the car park. Then Andrew stops dead between 2 cars, fiddles in his pocket, the side lights flash on a car, then quiet as a mouse he says "Happy Birthday, my love". He did it again... just like the engagement, I was gobsmacked!!

I am now the proud owner of an MPV - a Citroen Xsara Picasso and it's purple! A very sensible choice you may think. Well I am getting married, we are planning a family (not immediately put I'm a planner what can I say), and the Polo was/is getting very tired. I've been out in it today, and the things I have learnt are:
- VERY sensitive accelerator pedal/clutch (stalled it quite a few times, thank goodness Andrew was out working and wasn't there to ridicule me)
- it's much smaller than you think it is when parking in Supermarket car parks (I ended up more out of the space than in as I wasn't sure how big my nose was).
- it makes me fell tall. How did I manage all these years stuck down at gutter level in a car?!!
- now I own one I realise everyone else has them too!

I feel a road trip coming on - who wants me?!!!

Any special requests?

So my boss said to me on Wednesday, "you're getting married next month!" the result was me freezing on the spot and looking somewhat gobsmacked - so I am told. Having recovered from my weak knees I realised she was right. I've been so busy counting off the weeks (7 to go...), that I completely forgot that it really is just around the corner.

To help me on the way though I now have Hen Events as opposed to a Hen Night... It all started with wanting to go to London. Lou & Kelly have organised something top secret which I am told will be right up my street/my cuppa tea/etc. I.E. no "L" plates, fake net curtain veils, or plastic willies! I thought I would so something local too as it could be expensive for some and others have children to worry about so a night away would not be the most relaxing for them!!! So that gave me 2 Hen nights... Now work have organised something for me (and Andrew too), which brings me up to 3!!! Anymore partying and I'll be too tired to get married. Don't get me wrong - I am not complaining, it's really great having lots of people help me celebrate my impending marriage. Better get some wine in to start practising... Told you the "never again" feeling would wear off!!


Jane - your comments have been both amusing and reassuring, thank you!

Mark - as it's Easter this weekend I can definitely talk about chicks without anyone getting the wrong impression. As for the beer and footy - I drank some last night and watched the "highlights" of the Man U game on the news! Does that count?!!