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| Curry, Egg Fried Rice and chips a thing of beauty |
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to …. I screech to a halt! Wait a minute I hate my birthday no cards, presents, can make any kind of a birthday just give me money. Even as a kid I never was one for birthdays it just means a new number tagged on to me, today Peter is 56 another year off my life card.
Luckily, the wife who was in hospital will be home later so that makes my birthday for me, nearly.
I hate my birthday so much I can’t remember anything special happening I never had a party or anything like it but don’t cry for me because I couldn’t give a toss. I don’t like cake so that would be a waste of time and I hate the smell of candles. I would rather have a Clarks Pie and stuff any cake and candles. I think I was made to be Mr No Birthday, and would be happy to keep it that way.
When kids come along, it is difficult to play the Birthday ‘Grinch’ so until they come of age I was forced to unbrace the whole Birthday thingy until they became of an age to understand daddy’s wishes. When they were old enough I sat them down and explained to them “Daddy didn’t like is birthday so no cards or presents and I would be happy with a takeaway.”
That started the tradition of a Chinese takeaway for Daddy on this birthday but it’s everyone’s birthday really because I could never sit there eating a Chinese on my own. Therefore, we all get a birthday treat off Daddy.
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