Things to do before you're 30

I hate lists like that, especially as I have now actually reached 30 so it is too late to do anything on any of them. Ho hum.

My weekend was rather fantastic, despite hitting middle age. On Friday we went to see Blithe Spirit, which was very good. After that we went for a few drinks in town. Then a few drinks turned into a few more.

I didn't feel too drunk when I got home, but on Saturday morning I felt really awful. However, I was pretty much recovered by then time Ben and Emma arrived around 3. Claire arrived shortly afterwards and we headed into town for a drink and a snack at the Pig and Fiddle, where we met the others. We then headed home to drop off bags and things before going back into town for the meal at 8 where the others arrived shortly afterwards. The Wife of Bath was excellent once again, and we were stuffed and jolly by 11. We wandered to T's for a bit of dancing but the queue was insane, so I headed back with some of the others. We then stayed-up until the early hours chatting about this and that, and laughing at old photos. This is what 30 year olds do, you see.

Sunday was blazing hot. We were up at a reasonable hour (oh, 10 or so) and headed into town for breakfast at The Jazz Cafe. After that we went to the International Kite Festival in Bristol. It was lovely weather for it... too lovely, you might say. There was very little wind, so the effort to fly the largest kite in the world wasn't as successful as they had hoped. It was still a nice day out though, and they managed to fly enough kites to be impressive.

In the evening I went to the cottage and we had dinner and birthday cake. A splendid end to a splendid weekend! It was lovely to see everyone and I got some lovely presents, cards, and people were lovely. I will stop now though, before I start gushing like a girl.