OK, I know I can't milk it forever... but I never did get to tell you how the actual day of my birthday went.
Remember I was visiting Hasland Infants in Chesterfield? Well, it was a nice day, reading stories to little ones who were, as usual, lovely.
For lunch, I got a school dinner to eat in the staffroom (I learned early on not to eat with the kids in the dining room - you never get to swallow a mouthful, as they just bombard you with questions the whole time while your food quietly cools on a fork poised permanently in the air before your mouth).
The teachers were having a staff meeting around me, so I just got on with munching. All of a sudden the door opens and a huge bunch of red roses appears! Confused, I thought at first it was from the school, but it was the work of my romantic hubby. He had gone to my website, to find out which school I was at, tracked down a local florist and got them to deliver me flowers as a surprise!
Mrs Lomas, who'd invited me, explained it was my 50th, so the staff meeting had to stop while the teachers all sang 'Happy Birthday to You'. I think several of them were a bit jealous of those roses!