I'm a Big Girl Now

Well, not in physical size (thanks to the lovely tummy bug I picked up in Cuba that's wiped me out since). But I mean in the growed-up sense. Yesterday the littlest sister (who has been bigger than me since she was 11 and I was 18) picked me up and took me to B&Q, where we selected and purchased a solid oak kitchen for my flat in Belfast. We also purchased things like paint, ceiling lights and wooden stuff. This made me feel awfully grown up.

The car breakdown (her first, my second) on the way home also contributed to a feeling of grown-uppedness. Particularly as neither of us had a nervous breakdown following a loud explosion like noise from the bottom of the car and a strong smell of burning...we abandoned the car just off the Stranmillis roundabout and walked to her house, where peppermint tea and buttery toast was had. In a very grown-up way.

I guess it's about time I felt more grown up. I mean, it's the birthday next Friday. Again. As usual, I want celebrations in Belfast, Dublin and Donegal. I want the usual protracted 'wow isn't it feckin brilliant to have survived another year of life on this overheated planet' thanksgiving. I think I might even kick off my own personal celebrations in Doire this weekend. Sure why not? And of course I want presents.

If anyone fancies giving me the gift of a balcony cleansed of feathery vermin for my birthday, I should be most appreciative. Of course, whiskey and wine will never go unwelcomed into my life. But honestly. The extermination of the cheepy creatures would be a better gift than the permanent (and painless) removal of all unnecessary hair from my body. Not that I'd reject that gift either...coz there's less guilt involved in the removal of hair from your body, than there is in the extinction of the lives of creatures that could learn to fly. Unlike me...