Birthday. 36. How did that happen? Have I achieved enough in life? All the usual questions.
Actually, it was nice enough, though. I mean - I've got a LOT of friends, and my phone was buzzing all day with people sending me nice messages to the extent I actually turned it off for a couple of hours in the afternoon.
Spent the day at Mum's, nice to stop for a bit, Angela came over too. We ate well and the dog bit me lots of time. Started making notes for a new novel called 'Attic Boy' which is taking shape nicely.
36; these are the twelve months I'll get it right.
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