When we got home from dinner last night Matt made himself a coffee, and I thought that was strange. When he came to bed at 3am I assumed he’d fallen asleep on the sofa.

Turns out that there was an explanation for both, and it was a room full of balloons.

I had such a lovely 30th. The sun shone all day, which is pretty rare considering my August birthday. I was utterly spoilt with presents, and spent the morning eating and playing my new game in the garden with Matt (it’s so much fun).

In the afternoon we walked to Gary & Rachel’s for a barbecue with the gang (and an added Helen & Wes). Many drinks, many laughs, even more presents.

Can’t believe I’m 30.