Happy birthday to me....

37 today....
After what turned out to be fun weekend in Dublin, I was delivered breakfast in bed this morning by both the 2 men in my life.
Ferguson's help made Alex's carrying slightly precarious, but it made it safely on the bed.
I got some lovely presents - consisting some new Converse (Noodle chewed the last pair), my own Urban Ears headphones, a sign writers book I've had my eye on for about 2 years & chocolates.
Ferguson's choices were outrageously eclectic & a glittery ruby slipper money box must reach the pinnacle of camp gifts I've received from him...!
It was a bit shitty that I had to work all day & that made it feel very unbirthday-like.
Alex delivered me with a 3 course home cooked meal which was quite delicious.
Both his & Ferguson's efforts were well received but I just wonder if it's because all my treats (Dublin) happened in advance, my actual birthday itself was a mini anti climax..?!
That's not to say I had a rubbish birthday, because I didn't. It's was enjoyable.