So, yeah, that was the party bit of me turning 40.

You know, I'm a bit melancholy about it being over and done with, because you don't have your own special party every year and I had such a great time I wish I could reply it like a favourite DVD. Replay it over and over again.

The effort that all my family and friends put into their costumes, the music (the dancing! Especially to Canned Heat's "Goin' Up the Country" - a song that can only be appreciated fully while dancing to it in a muslin katfan with a crocheted vest) - just having straight out, good FUN with people I really care about.

But what I do still have to look forward to is a weekend away to celebrate my real, proper birthday (on Sunday) this coming weekend with the Other Harf. Location unknown, all very hush-hush and on the QT, but I am so looking forward to it - just as much as I did my party.

  

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    your hostess Fi (40, just) and currently residing in a big old house in rural Northland, New Zealand with my lovely English husband (known round here as the Other Harf), our daughter (currently Miss 9.10) and a menagarie of orphaned animals and over-extended relatives. Have mercy.

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