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As days-of-the-week-on-which-to-turn-40 go Wednesday is perhaps the least desirable. Insufficiently close to the beginning or end of of the week to turn it into a long weekend, and I'm not quite narcissistic enough to take the whole week off. Instead I thought a pleasant mid-week day off would suffice and, happily, it did.

I had some plans, some of which changed slightly on the day. The extended cycle ride along the river front was replaced by an stroll along the river front abbreviated by Eggs Benedict and coffee at Deep Water Point. Pretentiously reading Breakfast At Tiffany's in Kings Park ran into problems when I forgot to bring the book, but a hastily purchased copy of The Great Gatsby was a suitable alternative. The trip to Ikea was unavoidable but the fates smiled on me and I manged to get in and out without feeling the slightest bit homicidal. Chocolate from Subiaco, wine from Applecross, pre-prepared dinner from Mount Pleasant all went according to plan and I was back in time to get Ben from school.

I mentioned to mum that the day had been very relaxing. She replied that it was in stark contrast to the day she had 40 years ago.