Had a perfect day with my husband. He'd drafted the itinerary and put it it my birthday card! Lots of walking (3 hours) around Cockatoo Island on the second last day of the Biennale and a fantastic dinner and play at the Opera House.
My neighbour said that chocolate on your birthday doesn't count when she gave me some fantastic salted caramels. I decided that a couple of glasses of wine were OK too. My husband ate all of my birthday cake (a sculpture of handmade chocolates and toffee) for me after I blew out the candle. I made some good food choices and some bad food choices. Am I feeling guilty about it? No.