Yet another year older and today I have reached the grand old age of 33. G told me that I can no longer describe myself as being in my early thirties and that I now qualify as being in my mid-thirties. I’m not sure I agree with that, but it’s my birthday so it’s not a day for arguments. G and I are going out for dinner tonight, which I think is for Spanish food, which should be good.
Anyway, #happy birthday to me# and I leave you with a great song, which is Beautiful Child by Rufus Wainwright.