So I got my first official birthday pressie today.
(Well, not really the first, since I've already been given champers and a rather nice bottle of wine, but still
)
Not realising that it was a birthday present, I opened it up straight away. Which means that, courtesy of my good friend Brelly - and her intended, Mr Brelly - I am currently chomping my way through this:
And that's not all. Oh no.
I also have this:
And this:
This:
And this:
But, best of all, I also have this:
Which entitles me to join the Chocolate Tasting Club at Hotel Chocolat, so that I can get a selection of such delights posted to me every single month.
So, what does turning 30 mean to me?
Well, I'm going to really enjoy getting fat.






Now they look tasty. Not a bad way to celebrate a birthday, not a bad way at all.