The Sunday Post: Turning twenty one

I had the most wondrous birthday last Sunday as you can probably tell by all the teethy grins in the photos. I'm not really a birthday person even though I made sure nobody forgot, I'm more of a Christmas sort of girl, but nonetheless, I was still spoilt rotten. 

My day started with card opening and a few presents. We headed straight to Frankie & Benny's for breakfast where I had pancakes, bacon and maple syrup. This combo is a no go, don't do it. Just because the American's do doesn't make it cool, or tasty for that matter. After a quick detour to Halfords for bicycle accessories (and a quick strop because the children's spotty helmet wouldn't fit on my crystal skull) we then headed to Mum and Dad's.  

I had a lovely presents from Mum, Dad and my sisters and also Dan's Mum and Dad but my favourite was my bicycle. Dad had to make a few adjustments to my bicycle seat, which is now as low as it goes and I'm still on my tip toes. I took it for a quick spin, nearly fell off, and returned it safely to Mum and Dad's conservatory until I picked it up Thursday.

We went for a meal in the evening to a pub nearby that although Dan and I loved it there my parents hadn't been. Our meals were polished off with birthday doughnuts. What a perfect end to the Christmas holidays with all my favourite people!