The day was celebrated in typical Sabbatical style - which started off with eating and finished with eating with a brief pause in the middle for more eating and a bit of strolling in the San Sebastian sunshine. AM even trailed round clothes shops with me, gallantly carrying my shopping bags and not freaking out at the sight of hoards of women queuing for the same one fitting room. It was lovely.
Even lovelier were the scores of cards and presents that made their way across the channel to our letter box and which I opened with relish over a cup of tea in bed. So kind of people to go out of their way to send snail mail and to also have navigated Royal Mail Post Office queues – an experience which remains as one of the Most Painful In The World to endure. I also received numerous birthday well wishes via the medium of social media – which as everyone knows is a real indication of exactly how important you are on an international scale and how many people truly love you. Turns out the constant blogging about all the cheese and sunshine and lack of a real job hasn’t done me too much harm. What a nice bunch of people you are.
If yesterday was my kind of day then today was definitely AM’s. The perils of having an active, outdoorsy boyfriend include finding yourself agreeing to hike through knee-deep snow in strong winds or run through mud and brambles in the local forest; all in an attempt to prevent him from one day realising that you’re a lazy wuss who would rather be at home reading Grazia and drinking tea and consequently swapping you for a girlfriend who actually thinks that camping in the wilderness without hot water or a mirror is a pleasing way to spend time.
In any case, today was a forest day but thankfully the sun was shining, the air was gloriously fresh and by the end of it I was glad I’d accompanied him (As I usually am but which I try not to tell him in case he thinks he might have been right. Which he never is. Ever). Coupled with our new rule of only drinking in the evenings on the days that you’ve done exercise (adhered to with the same degree of commitment as my sporting of matching, attractive underwear. Haphazard at best) means I can enjoy my belated birthday drinks tonight even more. Happy days!