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Happy 40th to The Humdrums

Yep I celebrated my 40th last weekend. I'm not quite 40 yet, the big day is this Saturday. But Mr Humdrum is three weeks older than me, so we decided to celebrate together with a big house party. Now we used to hold parties every year for my birthday, but after Elf arrived, it just didn't seem to have the same appeal.


We had 38 guests, groups of friends, school mums, NCT mums, uni friends, nursery parents, work friends ... Everyone there had a reason for being invited, whether it was for curing my headaches with their acupuncture, being the first mum in the playground to talk to me, or just ... well being a friend! 


The debris of a party always amazes me, so I thought that instead of posting pictures of loads of drunken idiots dancing to I Eat Cannibal by Toto Coehlo, I'd post pictures of the day after. 














 Some notes on the party:-

  • One person had a tactical barf in the alleyway (Mr Humdrum)
  • One person barfed upstairs and passed out
  • One husband disappeared with keys
  • One camera broken
  • One bottle of Black Sambuca necked in very short time, but not by one person
  • One bottle of Tequila nearly finished
  • Two people bruised and battered with cut arms
  • One person got a black eye after a drunken rummage at home, then threw up
  • Smoking and snogging behind the bike sheds
  • Tea and coffee served at 3am
  • Music stopped at 3.45am
  • Last guests left at 4am




I woke at 8am after our mystery guest, who appeared in our spare room at 3am, left to do a drunken walk of shame home. I was rather ill later on, followed by a long spell in bed aided by Syndol tablets, and reemerged at 8pm to eat choccies and watch Dr Who.


I had some lovely presents, including a gorgeous engraved compact from my school mum friends, star jewellery set from my NCT friends, pendant, recipe box, a Buddha, Guilty Pleasures CD, champers, flowers, plant, chocolates...


Thank you to all who celebrated with me. i had an absolute ball even if I was suffering like anything the next day. 


Til the 50th then?











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