My friend Jane Gilmore just sent this photo of me at my birthday dinner at Langan's Bistro in London. The waiter and I had the same birthday, and it was so late that no one was left in the restaurant but a table with his family singing Happy Birthday to him, and my table with my pals celebrating my birthday. So he came over to greet me. I was like Cinderella on that night, with a limo full of champagne, friends, balloons and presents, taking me from one cool place to another to party.
What amuses me about this photo is that it's so glamorous but only hours later, I turned back into just an ordinary woman living in a semi-detached house in Reading with laundry to do and dinner to cook.
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