I have to confess I'm finding this whole birthday thing a bit meh these days.
Perhaps it's because nothing really happens on them anymore not because I am getting so old; I had presents last Sunday (a toaster! a clock! Ah adulthood) and I am going out to dinner tomorrow. And yes, I visited my friend tonight and she treated me to a takeaway, but that's our usual Saturday night transplanted to a Friday. I even went to the shop to buy a cake for afternoon off indulgence, but came out with some Bakewell Tarts and a packet of Wotsits.
Still, life could be a lot worse. Mustn'y grumble.