My sweet birthday celebration

Turning 48 wasn’t too shabby after all!

I had some lieu time up my sleeve from work, so I ducked up to DD’s neck of the woods for a few hours by the beach yesterday.

DD was offering fancy brekkie options, but I just wanted a BLT at a little outdoor cafe beside the sand in Bilgola.

Fortunately the rain held off as we sat looking out at the sea.

He’s had a Topsy Turvy Land few weeks himself, so we gave ourselves a caffeine boost by chugging back two flat whites each.

I’m really getting into this coffee thing he’s hooked me on. I even ordered a macchiato at lunch earlier this week and felt SO grown up.

I was intent on a swim after brekkie, but DD didn’t think the surf was up to scratch at Bilgola, so we headed to Avalon for a dip instead.

Appropriately for St Patrick’s Day, the water was FULL of green seaweed. But I enjoyed my splash anyway.

Then it was back to the grindstone at work before dropping over to my sister’s pad for schnitzel, champagne, cake and spa time.

Love me a bit of spa time, especially if it involves French champagne (thank you DD’s mum!).

Here are some happy snaps …

My beach brekkie view.

Cawfee time.

DD drew me a 48!

Me with my 48.

OK, there IS something I’d have liked for my birthday … a house on the hill …

My sister is a little embarrassed that I requested Jamie Oliver chicken schnitzel and potato balls for by birthday dinner … what WILL she tell her friends she cooked me???

Gorgeous cards and pressies from the kids.

Drinking French champers with my sis in her spa.

The youngest in action.

Blowing out my birthday candles, pretend you can’t see my double chin …