Joyeux Anniversaire......well it all started at 2.20am with Lydia peering over our bed. 'What's up babe?' I manage to say, 'I think my alarm got set wrong' she responds. Mmm, good start to the perfect day. Usher her back to her bed then get some more shut eye until my own, correctly set alarm, bursts into action at 6.30am; at 47 a girl needs her beauty sleep.
I don't usually *do* birthdays. Like riding I find the less one expects the less room there is for disappointment. However, I hadn't allowed for the enthusiasm of an eight year old and so flowers, birthday banner and my carefully wrapped gifts, one bought from a recent vide-grenier (think junk fair) and a hand-crafted, by Lydia, painted pasta bracelet and all this before 7.30am.
I have now been wined and dined; ginger pan-fried fish, mussels in black bean sauce to name but two dishes taken at the delightfully named *Pagode Celeste* in Limoges. Too stuffed and squiffy to ride so I put the boys back out and walked the dogs.
If I have recovered my brain by tonight I may post horsey stuff, lots in my head.