The end of another birthday.
This morning, there was so, so much support, expected and unexpected, at the charity abseil.
The abseil in itself was not the experience I thought it would be. The heights didn't bother me. The 'happy birthday' song half way down the building did not bother me. Making a tit of myself whilst dangling from a rope - and having it filmed - may haunt me for ever more. I am small. The harness being too high on my body decreased the counterbalance - and so I managed to kiss the wall once, and not touch it the rest of the way down...
I would totally do it again!
After that, it was nibbles and cake back at L's.
A wonderful Chinese takeaway ensued, with cake to follow.
The rest of the day was spent being ignored whilst everyone paired off and 'caught up'.
After sitting like the gooseberry again, I was flitting from conversation to conversation, when I overheard news that saddened and angered me to the point of tears. I was hoping to avoid something like this for once. I almost made it.
I am still waiting for a happy birthday from my supposedly best friend too.
A walk with my dad in the misty light of a veiled moon helped quell the demons inside.
Still, overall I guess it was a pretty okay birthday. I love my friends and I love my family.
Right... Bed.
