Saturday, September 15, 2007
43 and a week
usually, for me, birthdays have been a miserable time of reflection on missed opportunities and lack of productivity. My lovely wife Karen has spent much of our married life trying to make me enjoy my birthdays with varying degrees of success. This year she succeeded beyond anybody's expectations and I had a fun, relaxed birthday spent largely drunk in the company of friends and family. It was the sort of birthday I always told myself I would hate and I loved it. I smiled, laughed, chatted and was generally sociable in the extreme. I gave no thought to the passing of another year or to things I had or had not achieved. It was birthday Nirvana.