I’m writing this on my birthday, which is really rather generous of me I think.
Here I am hard at work when by rights I should be relaxing at home being inundated with cards and presents.
Actually I would prefer not to acknowledge that I’m a year older.
I like the idea of those cultures that don’t bother noting the date you were born.
Imagine being able to say you don’t know how old you are? You could just make up any number, depending on how you felt that day.
Sometimes my birthday falls on Easter Sunday, it being a moveable feast.
Pressies AND chocolates, that’s always a bonus.
Let’s hope the sun shines. Happy Easter!