Birthdays, Bangers, and Books...

Ah, cheers Phoebs!

Since my last post, I've turned forty-five. I don't usually enjoy being an odd number, but a multiple of five is better than a double-digit ending in one, three, or seven. (IMHO. I've found some people don't care either way. Weird.) Besides all that, the person I live with also had a birthday and turned fifty. My multiple of five was over shadowed and pushed out of the way by a multiple of ten. Shit happens. The upshot was, a bunch of my in-laws and family were partying hard in my house on Saturday night. I did what many recently turned forty-five year olds would do, and drank like a fish. I also wore a jumpsuit. It's a whole new world. 

A small insight 
into my creative output.

Writing
What with all the party prep in the week, I barely wrote a word. The most creative thing I did was make a banging playlist. You want early-nineties to mid-noughties, guitar-based man-boy songs? I got you. 

Culture 
In 2002, a colleague recommended Christopher Brookmyre and Val McDermid books to me. I tried a Brookmyre (Boiling a Frog) and got sidetracked by his whole back catalogue and future output for the following twenty years. Shamefully late to the party, I read my first Val McDermid book last week. Even more shamefully, I only did it because I'd watched the dramatisation of her first Karen Pirie novel on ITVX. However, the non-shameful thing about all this is I've found a new favourite author with a huge number of books to devour. I'm ecstatic. 

Food and Drink 

In a bid to be healthy yet excited by my birthday week food choices, I've been hammering whipped feta and moonblush tomatoes on sourdough. It's been my staple lunch this week, between party planning, furniture rearranging, and booze shopping. I can heartily recommend it. 

 Lovely,
lovely lunch.

Out and About
In spite of mad busy-ness and too many supermarket trips, I managed to claw back some attention and have an afternoon in the Cavern. Live music and a few birthday beers was dece. I also watched Scream VI again, because even though I don't like horror films, and even though I can't be arsed with franchises, I absolutely love the Scream horror franchise. I'm a mass of contradictions. 

It's a short and sweet post this week. I make no apologies. I'm still buzzing but knackered from the weekend. Sometime life gets in the way of reporting the life that got in the way. And isn't that the way it should be? 

Have a lovely week, folks.