Well it turned out to be a good birthday, despite being in work. I did have an annoying time when someone sent me an e-mail telling me something couldn’t be done. I sent them a slightly ranty e-mail back and she then rather sheepishly replied and said actually she was wrong and it could be done.
G and I went out for dinner to a Spanish/ Moroccan restaurant which was very nice. We were both very full by the end, but I’m glad we managed to find space for dessert because it was lovely. They made such nice baklava, it practically melted in your mouth. A very nice evening.
When I got home I opened some cards that had arrived in the post and one of them was from a friend I hadn’t heard from in ages. It now seems this was due to crossed wires. I had written to her about something really important last year and as far as I was aware she had totally ignored what I had said. Except it seems that she hadn’t and had actually replied by e-mail but to an out of date e-mail address. I think she then thought I was ignoring her and so we both weren’t sure what was going on with the other person and so were each a bit wary of getting in touch. I think we probably both thought it was very odd, as neither of us is the sort of person to ignore someone or give them the silent treatment. Anyway, in her card she told me how much she wants to see me and that she misses me and that was rather surprising, as it wasn’t what I was expecting having thought she had been ignoring me all this time. We actually have exactly the same birthday – same date, same year – so I guess it was a nice birthday present for both us to realise that actually both of us wanted to be friends and it was all just down to miscommunication. Thank goodness for good old Royal Mail coming to the rescue. I got a card from another friend, which was also very touching and basically it was clearly trying to get across that she loves me. As much as it is nice to get presents, those two cards were pretty much the best thing I could have got for my birthday and I have to admit that I shed a tear or two over them.
A good birthday.