It’s not the end

of my birthday, it’s not even the beginning of the end, but it might be the end of the beginning.
A friend took me out for lunch as she’s not around for my actual birthday next week. It was absolutely delicious - I had a beetroot and fennel crumble. Fantastic. 
She had told the waiting staff it was my birthday, so they brought me out my ice cream, with a candle lit, and singing happy birthday:) It was really charming.