As a few people over on Facebook have noticed, today is my birthday.
And as a few people around here will have worked out from an earlier post, this birthday is Officially A Biggie (people tell me).
It is also the only birthday that shares its digits-given-separately expression with an urban slang term for the police. (That was especially for aficionados of the wonderful show The Wire, whose first series I got on DVD as one of my birthday presents).
The above image, which sums up my feeling du jour nicely, came on a Birthday Card from my mother, who shares my taste for mordant humour.
Now, as I said over on Fb, in my family we don’t really do Big Birthday Bash stuff after the age of forty. I seem to remember having four separate birthday celebrations for that one. But this time, it is going to be low key. A nostalgic curry later, and probably a slightly bigger bash with some of the extended family in a week or so’s time. And no-one is around at work at the moment, so the party there will have to wait for September… Think a bit of a dispensation is allowed at my age.
Of course, I’ve had a nice quiet weekend leading up to my birthday – and been able to enjoy England winning at cricket (second game in a row, yet). Some with birthdays this week haven’t been so lucky – like that young whippersnapper The US Prez, who has been spending the weeks leading up to his 50th this Thursday battling to get a debt crisis deal.
All things considered, I’d rather have my spot than his.