
Isabelle thought she was a gift too.
As most readers of A Puppet Opera know, I turned 35 yesterday. I know. Old. My walker and cardigan are in the closet, and I've got a whole pocket full of Werther's Originals to pass out the next time I see a twinkly-eyed little kid. Today I'm just old; but yesterday I had a great day, thanks to the tireless efforts of Jules, who really puts his (broken) back into celebrating birthdays! From beginning to end, it was filled with special treats. We started with my favorite breakfast (toasted bagels with cream cheese and smoked salmon), then out to lunch at the baby-friendly Station House pub in Chiswick (we both had roasted pork belly with crackling-YUM; Isabelle had her usual milk while playing peek-a-boo with the scarf I cover her/myself with. Thanks, Issy.), and then on to the orchid show at Kew. Afterwards we came home for cake and a glass (well, okay, bottle) of champagne, and then went over to share the super-rich cake with our neighbors Mark, Sushila and their kids Aneeta and Rohan.
Since this is my blog, and not strictly about photos of Isabelle, I thought I'd share some of the pics of my big day. I really wish you all could have been here.

Thirty-five candles would have set off the smoke alarm, so Jules arranged just a few into the shape of an "S". Even with Isabelle's help, for the first time ever it took me two tries to extinguish them. Old.

A celebratory glass of champagne. We luv's the bubbles.

Champagne and chocolate mousse cake. Now that's a birthday.
Now, on to the important part: the presents!





After our cake, Jules slipped into the kitchen to mix up this little number: the Sarahtini.

Anyhoo, 34 was a pretty exciting year, so I hope that 35 will be equally thrilling. Thanks to everyone who helped to make my day special, not least everyone who sent messages and presents from far away. xoxo
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