I was completely and utterly spoilt for my thirtieth birthday. I got thirty (THIRTY!) presents from the boy including a camera I desperately wanted but was sure I wouldn’t get. He kept it back until the very end and let me think he hadn’t bought it for me and then popped it out after I’d finished opening everything else. Actually writing that I’ve just realised I did the same thing with his playstation for his thirtieth earlier in the year! I was very snap happy for the rest of my birthday week (you get a week when you’re thirty). I was also completely spoilt by my family and friends and I think I actually got everything on my mammoth list! I celebrated my birthday with friends the weekend before, where we went for a meal and drinks and then ended up staying out really late and dancing the night away! It was perfectly unplanned and so much fun. Ava and I went for lunch with my Dad the week before and then had ice creams in the park. Then I went out for a meal with my close family on my actual birthday. I was made to feel very special and loved throughout all the celebrations and I didn’t want it all to end.
The day after my 30th birthday we left for a few wonderful days in Stratford-Upon-Avon. Just our little family. It was exactly what we all needed. We enjoyed gorgeously sunny weather, fresh air, ice creams (the best Mr Whippy I’ve ever tasted!), running around and playing on the grass, lots of meals out, and lots of wandering around the pretty streets and by the river; watching the boats and people and swans. It was perfect.