It was my birthday on Sunday just past. And as you can deduct from the late blog post, it was a non-event.
Funny how as we get older, birthdays become quieter and less celebrated. Could that be because as we get older, our hearing starts to go as well? The jury’s out on that one. But either way, I had eight bazillion Facebook messages (most from people I have approved as ‘friends’ and yet still have no idea who they are), a few text messages (yes, people still do that), and two phone calls from South Africa – one from my dad and one from my sister.
There were no strippers, no streamers, no clubs. It left as quietly as it came.
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