Birthday come and birthday go, we grow older even if we don’t want to. It’s life’s twisted game, one where we have to play along if we want to or not.
So today is my birthday, but to me it really does not hold any meaning, it’s just another day, a day closer to grey hair, wrinkled skin and wise words. It’s a step closer to being patronised and treated like a child until we all draw that last breath.
What the joy in celebrating that?
Maybe my thoughts have changed, because to me, I have had the most important perfect birthday. No other can match that one. I know this from the bottom of my heart and totally believe it.
My 30th was incredible, one of the happiest days of my life.
I was totally in love, happier than I have ever been and nothing or no one can ever match those feelings and memories.
To me now, birthdays are a reminded of how perfect life was, how happy and in love I was and how life has changed.
Ok ok, I’m still hopelessly in love with the same guy but boy my life has changed.
I no longer feel that instance happiness, my eyes no longer sparkle and I live with a complete feeling of nothing but heartbreak.
So today I will let you step back in time to my most wonderful birthday and let you see how incredibly happy, complete and in love I was.
To you maybe it won’t seem like the breath-taking, heart racing moment it was to me, but to me, it was the world in my hands, the happy ending, the sun after the snow and well the icing on the cake.
It was our time, our moment, our love.
It was two beings rolled into one, making every single second count. It was true love, love so bright it lit up the sky’s like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.
It was simply just beautiful in every way possible.
So here goes, my perfect birthday.❤️
Yesterday was my birthday, my first birthday spent with Ross 🙂
We wanted to do some thing a little special and spent quality time together.
We decide on going on a trip to London, so off we go on the train, excited and happy about the day.
Once we arrive, we have an idea of where and what we want to do, the first being Camden Market. Even though I lived in london I have never been.
All I can say is WOW, what an amazing place, that I must visit over and over again.
It’s like a mini Brighton, full of colour, happy smiling people and just chilled.
The streets draw you in, crazy shop front, which capture you as soon as you step foot off the tube.
In all honesty, Camden Market, isn’t really anything special, a little scary in fact, it’s like any other market, selling cheap, knock offs and fake designer clothes, nothing to write home about.
The hard sale is on, with the Market tradesmen, trying it on to get as much money out of you as possible. Walking away proves hard, so be head strong if you go, or you could pay well over the top.
We walk up the road a little and come across the stables.
In the 19th century, a large stable building was built at Camden to look after all the horses, which worked the Locks, it is now, one of the coolest places I have ever seen.
At the Stables Market there is much to appeal to people of all ages and tastes, it’s just damn right awesome.
From the latest in adventurous alternative fashion, through to the best selection of vintage clothing shops in London.
In total around 700 shops and stalls trade there at the weekend.
It also is the home of Cyberdog. We just love Cyberdog.
London Cyberdog blows Brighton’s one out the water. 3 floors of Cyber, is any one’s shopping dreams come true.
Make sure you have loads of money or credit cards with you, you can break the bank here for sure.
After spending a good few hours, walking around the Stables and Cyberdog, we decide to head off the Notting Hill and find Portobello Road.
Portobello Road is a place I have always dreamed of visiting since my childhood.
I pictured it as a dark magical place, and I was hoping that it would live up to the vision I had in my head, after watching bedknobs and broomsticks many times as a child.
All I can say is my dreams were shattered, what an unfriendly bloodcurdling place. Dirty, dull and alarming place, which I will not return to unless I really have to.
I imagined, quaint vintage stalls, well all that I saw that was quaint was a mini pickup truck, the highlight of our time there.
When we finally found the tube station, we were kind of relieved, still smiling and laughing about how much of an eye opener it was.
We head off to Kensington Town, have a gander around the shops and have a walk to find the place of our next adventure to London, hopefully very soon. I won’t give too much away as I am sure to blog about it later.
We arrive in Piccadilly circus, for noodles and coffee and time has ticked away, sadly its time to catch our train home, and we leave the London delights behind us.
massive smiles still on our faces at the delicious day we have spent together.
Now my birthday is over for enough year, but I’m thinking, it will take something extra special to match this one, a phenomenal day, spent with the man of my dreams.
Yep not much can match that.