So today I reach the grand old aged of thirty one – or twenty eleven years old as I like to think of it. When I was thirty, I could just about get away with saying that I wasn’t actually *in* my thirties as I *was* thirty, so I figure I shall now regress to being in my twenties.
The strange thing is that the older I get the younger my mother seems to get and, if I am to believe what she says, I am now four years older than her. Whilst some may think this unlikely, who am I to doubt her?
A couple of birthdays ago A was due to phone me on my birthday but was unable to call me when it came to it and promised that the following year would be different and we would speak. Only when it came to it, we weren’t actually on speaking terms last year. I suppose I do somewhere in my mind hold out the hope that A will make contact on my birthday, although a phone call is a rather unlikely option. It won’t ruin my birthday not to hear from A because to be honest my birthday is pretty much like any other day, but it is a day when you might vaguely expect to cross someone’s mind if you were once significant to them.
Anyway, I had a busy day yesterday catching up with a few people and I went to a Spanish restaurant with my parents and so on. I went back to my parents’ house afterwards and a friend of theirs dropped round unannounced. Even though I hadn’t seen him for twenty years I instantly recognised his voice, so knew who it was before he even walked into the room. It’s funny how there are some people who you just remember and know instantly.
So today I am off work and need to do a few mundane bits like go to my solicitors and pick up a few bits at the supermarket, including some cakes to take into work tomorrow, as that it what you have to do when it’s your birthday. I’m meeting up with a friend in a bit and we will hopefully do something more exciting, but as I was greeted by a note from my landlady this morning which said “the estate agent is coming round at 2.30 leave the place immaculate”, anything is going to seem charming by comparison. So I’m off to lounge about and make the place look untidy. Nothing new there then.
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