It’s my 33rd birthday tomorrow. Well, technically it’s the 33rd anniversary of my one and only birth day. I’ll just stop there. In my old workplace we would have called it
I’m excited about my birthday this year, for the first time in several years. I’m not a great party animal, but the last couple have been “yeah, yeah, another birthday – so what”. I don’t really know why – but they haven’t seemed worth getting worked up about. This year I’m excited though, and have been for about 2 weeks. It might to do with the little ‘un, who now understands birthdays and gets really excited about them (even when they’re not his own). It might just be because it’s on a Saturday this year, which is always nicer than having to go to work. It might just be in comparison to last year, which was our annus horribilis (or whatever the phrase is).
Anyway, going to be a fairly low key day. Planning a visit to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park in the morning. Been meaning to go forever, and birthday is as good an excuse as any other. Might take the boy swimming in the afternoon, then take-away pizza in the evening! Hoorah!
The boss informs me that a serious cold front is going to hit Yorkshire in the afternoon, and temperatures will plummet (quite possibly with rain). The BBC are forecasting snow for Tuesday. Snow!! It’s ages since we’ve had snow around Easter, although I’m sure it happened once or twice in my childhood.
Sunday is, of course, Mother’s day. Won’t say anymore on the off-chance someone who it might affect reads this between now and then. Course I only have one real Mother – but in keeping with a true 21st Century family, I also have a step-mother, a mother-in-law, and step-mother-in-law, and of course my lovely wife is the mother of our son. I’m already on far too thin ice here, so I’m going to quit while I’m ahead. Or behind. Or something.
I’ll also take this opportunity to wish you a happy St Patrick’s Day. Top o’ the mornin’ to you all.