JUST SNAPPED @littleswallowchinadoll


Last week, the CG alerted me to something fishy going on when he went to show me an email, then, before I even had time for my eyes to adjust, whipped it away from me and refused to let me read it for myself.

Of course, a red alert was sounding. Suspicions suitably raised, I became even more suspicious the next day when it was revealed that PetiteFolle was staying in London for the weekend. 

After discussing with a number of friends what they were up to on the weekend however, I decided my suspicions were unfounded. The CG was clearly acting alone. I became convinced that he was arranging an elaborate edible diorama for my birthday, possibly involving cherubs.

As it turns out, my friends are just damn good at lying to my face.

After complaining bitterly that the CG had forced me to go out in the rain and wind for a drink, only to "forget" the tickets to whatever show he was taking me to, and us having to double back with a now broken umbrella, I found our living room full of friends and party nibbles on Saturday night.

It was a lovely surprise, involving a lot of cheese, bubbles, and Lizzie's amazing baking (plus possibly a little singing and dancing into the wee hours of the morning, but who can be sure if there are no photos to confirm said activities?)

How many men does it take to open a bottle of bubbles? Three, apparently.

A huge thanks to everyone who came. I'll never be able to trust you aren't lying to me again.