I didn’t mean to leave you for 12 days, but it has been something of a nice rest (for me and, possibly, for you) – and I feel rather refreshed coming back to you all now. Having said that, I’m still not writing a review in this post… but thought I’d meander a little through what I’ve been up to.
Most importantly, to me, I have entered a new decade. That’s right: I turned 30 a week or so ago (and so, of course, did Colin). I don’t have the statistics to hand, but I suspect that most of this blog’s readers are over that, and a substantial number of you might be over double that, but I daresay you can still allow me to feel a tiny bit overwhelmed by it. You know what, guys? I don’t think I’m going to be a child prodigy now.
It does feel a bit strange to be thirty, and I keep forgetting that I’m not in my twenties – perhaps especially because everyone I live with and almost everyone I work with is younger than me. But it certainly helps to have a twin brother to go through it with. “Our first birthday as identical twins!” said I, excitedly. “No, it’s not,” said he, unexcitedly. Did I blog about discovering that we were identical twins after 29.5 years of thinking we were non-identical? It’s one of the most thrilling things that’s ever happened to me, but Colin doesn’t care at all. I mean, seriously: literally everyone I’ve told has been more interested than him. But he wouldn’t be my Colin if he were excited by it, so that’s fine.
(If I haven’t blogged about this discovery… basically, the doctors told Mum and Dad that we were non-identical, and I’d always assumed that was the case because Col can roll his tongue and I can’t. Then I read an article saying that tongue-rolling wasn’t genetic, so I thought we should get tested. One batch of cheek-swabbing and six weeks’ wait later, I got a letter saying that we were identical after all! This is what happens when you look very similar for non-identical twins and quite dissimilar for identical twins.)
For our birthday itself, we stayed in a nice little cabin in Wiltshire with Mum and Dad. We’ve not spent the day itself together all that often since Col and I left home, though we always try to get together somewhere around the beginning of November to celebrate. Let me tell you a thing or two about trying to find a cabin in Wiltshire in the dark and pouring rain: it ain’t easy. Especially if you’re using a SatNav that isn’t super new. Mine can’t cope with postcodes any more, so you have to enter street names – but the street I needed didn’t have a name. So I put in one nearby, and assumed there’d be signs somewhere near the cabins. I assumed wrong. They don’t even have a sign by the road! So I spent about half an hour driving around, knowing I was about a minute away from the cabins, but unable to find them. If it weren’t for a nice dog walking lady, I’d probably still be driving around now.
I think I’ll blog about the books and things I was given another time – I did get the only thing I thought to ask for: a sugar thermometer. Thanks Mum and Dad! Yesterday I held a party in my house for friends. Last year I spent the whole day baking before my party, getting very stressed and cross, and put my thumb in boiling sugar just as the first people arrived (“Welcome! Welcome! I’m just going to run my hand under cold water for a bit…”). This year I decided just to make a couple of things, and ask people to bring supplies if they wanted to – and my lovely friends provided. There were about 25 of us, I think, and it felt like 25 cakes. It’s also testament to the sort of friends I have that I offered tea or wine, and almost everyone chose tea. (I chose… both.)
What else? Well, some reading, but life has been unusually busy of later (I have an unedited ‘Tea or Books?’ podcast that has been waiting about three weeks to be edited!) Some writing (the looming of 30 made me keen to at least try to write a novel), some watching TV, some baking, some theatre (Sunset Boulevard), some cinema (Suffragette), and some socialising. I think that brings us more or less up to date!