35 years old

Well, here I am in Oslo celebrating my 35th birthday...

This picture was taken in the early hours when we just got back to our hotel at the Folketeatret - the place where all the young hipsters & cool cats hang out (apparently)

This sculpture of Kate Moss, in an eye watering position, is situated right outside the door and given a generous consumption of alcohol, neither of us could resist a picture (eventhough Alexander had already posed for one earlier!)

Anyway, I chose to rest my weary head on the same area of Kate's body that, in 1977, brought forth my entrance to a strange new world away from the safe confides of my mother's inner warmth.

I didn't think this at the time, it's only on reflection that it seemed to have the creative poiyency (and I can't exactly imagine my Mum busting out some mega yoga moves!)

My birthday progressed enjoyably with a handful of presents & cards, a chat with my little F & a museum-filled day.
Again, I took lots of photos but I wanted my birthday to be a photographic representation of "me" as opposed to a Viking Ship or Norwegian history.

It was such a wonderful birthday surprise, one I will always hold dear to me, partly because of Alexander's efforts but also perhaps because I didn't guess where I was going!

I wonder where I will find myself when I reach 36. It seems so faraway now, but it will be here before I know it.