Happy Birthday to Me (or I'd Like To Thank My Mother)...
According to my mother I was born at 7:30 in the evening on 26th September 1961. I say 'according to' because despite being there at the time I remember little about that evening. I was born at home. My brother and sister were in bed asleep in the next room at the time but apparently when they woke up in the morning they both tried to offer me their woolen blankets. And we've been a close knit (geddit?) trio every since.
Apparently I was a very good baby, I didn't cry much and was always smiling. So there was no early sign of the violent mood swings and temper tantrums that were to follow, then :)
I'm the youngest of three. My mother had her three children when she was just 19, 20 and 21. Young by today's standards but not so then. And I'd publicly like to thank her for having us so early. It's meant that we've all been able to get to know her and my Dad as adults before they got too old and crinkly. And it's been great fun. So thanks, Myrtle.
The plans for today are low key however. Cream cakes for the guys and gals at the office. A drink after work and then a bite to eat later. When you get to my age there's little to celebrate... Right!