So, I am another year older and to celebrate I went to Ibiza. I am so lucky with my friends and had such a wonderful time on the White Isle.
The weather was awful. So bad that, in a strange sort of way, it was perfect. At my birthday lunch, at a gorgeous location outside on the beach, there was the most incredible thunder storm, which brought all the people huddling together because of all the commotion.
All the different groups of people bonded and friendships were made that wouldn't have normally happened. Lunch went into dinner and at about half past eight, I was ready for my bed!
However, I was kept up by my mates well into the early hours and had the hangover from Hell. The thing is, when it's self inflicted, nobody gives you any sympathy. Thank God birthdays are just once a year!
jb xx
