// My birthday dinner; a bottle of Champagne and a kebab and fries from the kebab van. It was exactly what I wanted and scrumptiously delicious.
// All of my birthday cards glowing in candlelight. Few things in life make me happier than receiving things in the post (not bills or anything equally sucky obviously, just fun, frilly things). I’m a huge fan of snail mail.
// Fifty and I took a birthday selfie. This was like take 372 due to his desire to lick my face instead of posing calmly. I think he finally tuckered himself out and that’s why he was sitting still in this one.
// I didn’t have a birthday cake this year, but rather eight small cakes each loving picked out by Gregory. This one was my favorite; a perfectly sized square of Tiramisu.
// We celebrated my birthday and the opening ceremony of the Olympics at The Croupier’s house with pizza and baby cuddles. Actually, most of the baby cuddles were hogged by Gregory. That’s OK though, my hands were left free for more pizza.
// The drive south to Toulon to carry on my birthday celebrations with The Londons.
// Another day of celebrating, another bottle of Champagne #treatyoself
// I’m really getting the hand of this selfie thing (duckface not included). This one is of Mrs. London and me. She’s much more cooperative than Fifty.
// What’s better than wine? Free wine of course. This is at the reception after the Toulon vs. Biarritz match. FYI… I can now carry five full glasses in my dainty hands.
// Here’s Gregory and Mr. London plotting something or another. I thought it was best to catch them red handed. I’m not yet sure what they’ve gotten up to, or will get up to, but with this photo I have proof that something was/ is afoot, and that’s all I need.
// The best Sushi in Toulon. I’m not very adventurous when it comes to Sushi, I simply like what I like, in this case, salmon and avocado California rolls and shrimp maki… yum yum dim sum.
// And starring as The Candy Man… Mr. London.