Today was my birthday. It wasn't a particularly auspicious birthday, nor of any real significance. Birthdays have always just been another day to me, perhaps marked by the odd quiet celebration.
And in many ways today was no different.
My FB page is just stuffed with good wishes and happy birthdays from friends and family near and far, and likewise with my twitterfeed, the Flatmate and I stuffed ourselves silly at the favourite Chinese restaurant and I spoke to my aunt, mother and brother. So, in many ways, it was very different. It was a good day indeed, and I am profoundly grateful for it and those who made it so, even if they didn't realise it.
Thank you, I have very much enjoyed it.