A Sunday and a birthday, this one. My birthday. And Katie's actually, we're born on the very same day, just a few years apart. So we opened up our home, swept the floors, pulled out the vinyl, made three cakes, bought ginger beer and nice wine and, in the afternoon, had 50-odd friends over to celebrate with us. It was bloody lovely.
I was pretty overwhelmed with how generous my friends are, how much love I felt on the day (from those near and lots from those far). Birthdays are good like that.
The picture is from Monday afternoon. The house was too full and I was too busy having a nice time to take a picture on Sunday.