My 27th birthday, Iceland

I know we all use google every day, but have you ever asked it this? As retarded as it may be, once you turn 25 or so you kind of stop caring. Also it is still hard for some of us to count past the limit of fingers + toes. Never the less this week it was my birthday. Let me talk you through it in painstaking detail.

Phase 1 of birthday #27 nearing completion

First obviously there was the soak in the hot pot to ease all those extra aches and pains I've accumulated over the past year. With all the snow and ice about I was lucky not to do my back in a few years prematurely. And before you say anything - no I wasn't alone - someone had to take the picture didn't they. Still it wasn't exactly a party pot that particular night. Next things next, and as it usually is food was involved. Cat whipped up some tasty birthday type treats to feed the meagre scraping of "party goers" I could muster up.

Remember saveloy's, sausage rolls, mum's pav and way too much candy?

Once the goodies were safely being washed down by a multitude of mini Thor's it was time for the embarrassing art of the presents. Now there were others of course (of which I don't happen to have pictures) for which I am very thankful, but none came close to being as awkward to receive (pun not intended) as this one.

Woollen - for whose pleasure exactly?

... mine apparently ...

Once the glow in my cheeks had subsided and everybody's eyes were off my crotch we got in to a serious game of Wii 10 pin bowling. This game has received some serious attention during the dim dark nights of winter, but I am yet to break a 1,000 points average. This the Wii deems is what separates novices from professionals. Couldn't even bend the rules for my birthday. Do I need to explain what a birthday sulk is? Apart from a minor tanty the evening was as uneventful as any other 27th birthday I expect. No wrinkles suddenly appearing, no major sagging to speak of and certainly no wise words filling my noggin. May I be so lucky again next year.

Thanks to everyone who helped make my birthday special - whether you were here in Iceland with me, called me on the phone, hit me up on facebook, sent me a txt or knitted me a woollen party hat. You guys are all O for Owesome.