Today I am 45 years old, 97 pounds in weight, and 4 feet 11 inches tall. I don't feel any different, certainly no more grown up. I remember being excited when I was turning 10, as this was double figures...then again when I was 13- a teenager! 18 and 21 were exciting too- I actually celebrated turning 18 in Buckingham Palace as I worked there at the time. I went out to the shops in Victoria and bought a bottle of champagne and a big cake (drinking age is 18 in the UK) and I took it across to my friends' rooms in the staff quarters at the Palace to share with them. The only thing was, we were supposed to go down and walk through the basements from one part of the Palace to another, unless we were working, and I just couldn't be bothered, so I took a shortcut across the Nursery Floor of Buckingham Palace (so called because Princes Charles, Andrew and Edward, and Princess Anne have suites of rooms and offices there) in my party clothes, cake in one hand and bottle of champagne in the other...... and got a warning for it the next day!! Ah, fun times!!
Then life was a blur of working, partying, getting married, having FABULOUS daughters, getting divorced....and then suddenly I was 40! Where did that time disappear to? And now, 5 years later I have 2 more marriages and 1 more divorce under my belt, and am living and working (and sometimes partying) in Anchorage, Alaska. Hmm..... funny old game, Life.
I have had many messages of love and good wishes from my friends and family on Facebook, and many on Google Plus too. This is the beautiful thing about the Internet; you can connect with complete strangers around the globe, crossing oceans, deserts and time zones, not to mention how many cultural differences, but we are all friends here.
I thank you all for that, it lifts the spirit when life can be somewhat hard sometimes, and I wish you all a lovely and happy day.
This is what I came into work to find this morning, how cute is that? Of course when it eventually deflates I will be sure to dispose of it responsibly, having read online about how many balloons are released each year and end up in the stomach of some poor confused creature who thought it might taste nice, or polluting fields, beaches etc.
I am sorry I won't have enough cake to share with you all, but think of it as a virtual internet cake, and help yourself to a nice big slice, with my good wishes.
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