We had a fake birthday weekend here this weekend. Our daughter's birthday is next weekend, but she's going away for the weekend with her boyfriend. So we had unofficial birthday celebrations which included a day out at the beach.
We love Frinton. It's about an hour and a half from home, and it's a proper old fashioned British seaside resort. No amusement arcades or shops selling novelties by the beach. Just lots of colourful beach huts by the sand. You have to go into the little town for buckets and spades and ice creams. We always went there for days out when the kids were young, and it's lovely to know that those happy memories of picnics on the green before going down to the beach for a paddle mean that they still want to go there even when they're grown up. When Rachel said she wanted to have a nice day out for her unofficial birthday, it was lovely to hear that her first choice of destination was dear old Frinton.
Some of us sat in the sand and sunbathed
And ate ice cream
And you definitely can't have an unofficial birthday without an unofficial birthday cake
So it was a paddle in the sea, play games on the beach, picnic on the green, Mr Whippy 99 ice cream with a flake, watching a couple more episodes of Breaking Bad, Pizza Express Sunday lunch (with complimentary birthday Prosecco), chocoholic birthday cake kind of weekend.
And today, this is Me on Monday. You aren't allowed your presents on an unofficial birthday weekend; you have to wait for the proper day. So today I am on my hands and knees on the spare bedroom floor, wrapping up presents ready for the official day.
Me on Monday - the brainchild of Sian.