I love birthdays. Especially my own.
I have no idea why the joy is still there, but in my *cough* 43 years on this earth there are a few things I’ve learnt about birthdays.
You are responsible for reminding everyone.
If you want people to wish you a happy birthday and make you feel special, then give them advanced warning. You can’t expect them to remember it.
You are responsible to making your birthday special.
You are really the only person who knows what will make you smile. So say it out loud. Just because it’s not a surprise doesn’t make it less fun or enjoyable.
You get wiser on every birthday
This is the truth. My current brain inside my 20-year-old self would have conquered the world. It is one of life’s great cruel fates. Never the less, I love that I understand the world a little better every year, that I’ve learnt to take people as they are and if I don’t like the way someone is I can always walk away.
So with all that in mind, I told quite a few people at work and they wished me a very happy birthday as I left for home on Thursday.
I’m about to head off to Marlborough for a spot of shopping and perhaps will read a magazine in a coffee shop. Then The Monster and Mr40 can meet me for lunch and we can make our way back home at our leisure. Pickle isn’t due out of her after school club until after 4pm.
As well as this lovely day, some friends are dropping in en route to Bristol from London and are staying overnight so we’ll all head to the local pub later on for a few drinks and the boys will bring the kids home and heat up our “Cook” order before they watch the rugby (I’ll ignore that need – it wasn’t on my list).
It’s going to be a brilliant day and look………I’ve even told you!