So.. [yeah, I know.. it's been a while. I'm old now. Sue me.]

My friend Abi is a really funny lady. She decided to make a film about stalking another friend of ours, Sarah Pinborough. Sarah Pinborough, Author and Blonde Extraordinaire. She decided to stalk Sarah at the World Horror Convention in Brighton last spring. And here's the result... 

And no, you're not allowed to make fun of how big my mouth looks around 4:41... I was drunk and obviously the camera skewed me. 

Heh. I said skewed me.

 

So today is my 40th birthday. The big FOUR OH..

While I wish I had something immanently profound to tell you ... uh, I don't. My first day as a 40 year-old has been lovely and I still feel 12 on the inside.

That's about it!

I will say that if you know someone turning 40, please spare them the 'you don't look it' or 'you look good for 40' comments. It's just plain weird because I'm not exactly sure any of us know what 40 looks like. I just look like me. The me who happens to now be 40. So I guess this is what 40 looks like - totally hot.

This weekend the boyfriendliest and I are off on another grand adventure, complete with road trip, snacks and a cottage with 'superior views' at the end of a dirt road that's almost completely cut off from the outside world. Sounds perfect to me! I'm super stoked... (that's 40 year-old talk for 'very excited')

So enjoy my birthday - I've given you a very, very good reason to eat cake.. You thank me!

Gee, what are you listening to these days?

You're welcome!

From me to you.. my favouritest of favourite Elbow songs. 

And no - it's not just because I've had two of them. 

Shut it.

".... and I'll bring you further roses but it does you no good. It does me no good..."

Speaking of divorces - want to know my official stance? They suck. 

I mean, there's all the emotional crap, that goes without saying. Then there's the really boring stuff that has to be dealt with. Sort of like a loose thread on your favourite jumper that looks like it'll just pull out easily but doesn't. The string just knots up, ruining a lot of the garment landscape around it. 

I'm learning to care about a lot of things a lot less. I'm also learning what I can and can't control... And lemme tell you, there's an awful lot more of the latter than the former.

Fuck it. Let's just listen to Elbow, shall we?

Ps - Never listen to a hard house remix of The Kings of Leon's Use Somebody. You'll thank me for this totally random piece of advice later. 
 

Hey you. No, not you. You.
Wanna see my Instagram photos? Give you a dollar.

Thinkings..

A mere 65 days stands between me and my 40th birthday. Just in case you were curious, bored and/or interested.

But first - the boyfriendliest's birthday is fast approaching. Like two weeks from today kind of approaching. I have a few gift ideas rattling around in my melon but haven't quite decided on what will be, I'm sure, the greatest gift of all time (TGGOAT).

I always like to give gifts that are not just cool but meaningful as well. Now, TGGOAT ... well, it's for my boyfriend, my favourite person in the whole world. So it's going to have to be some kind of awesome.

Think, eBeth, think!

(I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that two of our three children also have birthdays before my gloriously undignified descent into old age happens in 65 days and the other a mere 11 days afterwards. But they're easy - see.. I've turned them on to the concept of Amazon wish lists. They think of it, whack it down on their list and ka-blam! Perfect 'just what I always wanted' present scenarios ensue!)

ps - Amazon totally owes me for all the business I will now, surely, throw their way. Vouchers will be fine, Mr Amazon, thanks.