Well, today’s my big day: my birthday. I came into this world 33 years ago today, 4 weeks and 6 days overdue (I should’ve been born on Valentines Day!); I was cold, wet and hungry - then someone slapped me and it all went downhill from there …
It’s going to be a fairly quiet day, nothing major going on, and the only thing that’s planned is the arrival of the district nurses who have been looking after me and my foot so well - they’re coming after work to share a bottle of champagne, partly for my birthday but mainly to celebrate the fact that my ulcer has healed. A bunch of nurses … alcohol … it’s like a dream come true!
I haven’t updated any of my totals from last year so all the numbers stay the same, i.e. I’ve …
- … got 7 immediate blood-related family members;
- … been abroad 12 times to 10 different countries via 17 aeroplanes;
- … got 6 tattoos and zero piercings;
- … owned 5 cars.
I’m not expecting any more presents apart from the two that N’s paying for that I mentioned earlier - I’m looking forward to tinkering with those like only a geek can. And of course I’ll be reading more of the book that Sue bought me.