My birthday

The 24th (Saturday) was my 25th birthday - something I had both been looking forward to and dreading. I feel a bit like Peter Pan in terms of not wanting to grow up. At least with a 12 year old brother there is little chance of me being allowed to be grumpy and losing my playful streak.


However, I went to a lovely country hotel on Friday evening and woke up to a massive breakfast, beautiful sunshine, time in the Jacuzzi and met by the family with a glass of wine. 


Newbury was beautifully sunny and the horses looked magnificent, with gleaming coats and the smell of saddle soap wafting from the parade ring. Despite missing my two little sisters, we had a lovely family day, joined by a lovely friend (George) who has stuck by me through thick and thin this year. The champagne flowed and we all seemed to have a couple of winners. 


The week before my birthday brought with it huge revelations, with the diagnosis of the antibody deficiency. Hopefully my birthday will kick off a new year of improved health and a bit more luck. 


Last week I also went to the 02 for the Gaucho Polo. Along with a dear friend, Imogen, we hit all of the after parties including the VIP bar, Veuve Cliquot, Gaucho VIP and Indigo2. We eventually got back at gone 5am with a Veuve Cliquot champagne bucket and a mystery bottle of champagne, the sign of a good night! Good friend Johnny Lynn of Polistas along with Amy Guy (aka Gladiator Siren), Karl Martinez and a whole host of party-goers kept us busy throughout the night and on the dance floor. All in all, it's been a good week and hopefully the start of an exciting year ahead.