Woke up this morning to my birthday and I am not a birthday kind of person just another day to me. I am not really a fan of cards, parties, just give me cash and some Birthday wishes on social media, and I am happy.
Even as a kid I never was one for birthdays well I mean it is just another number tagged on to me, today Peter is 58 another year off my life card with the count down to the finishing line getting closer. Also, I am a year closer to my free bus pass that excites me.
I am sitting here looking at my cards, I know I do not like them or want them but I do get them all the same and all I am thinking I would have rather had the money. I reckon there is a few quid standing there and tomorrow they will be in the recycle bin.
I hate my birthday so much I have no special memory of any of them and I never had a party or anything but do not cry for me because I could not give a toss. Back then, the best idea was to keep quiet about your birthday so you didn’t get the bumps. A cake would be a waste of time unless it was Madeira the only cake I like and by the way bin any candles they would be a waste of time and I hate there smell. With no liking for birthdays, I would swerve most party invitations from friends unless it was in a pub with a small group.
Tonight I am doing away with a longstanding tradition where we normally have 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. So everyone eats and it’s my birthday and I pay! Something wrong there. However, we had a curry only a few days ago be it a homemade curry so another a few days later is not on is it. However, I have a feeling my mind will be changed later and the tradition will be back on. So curry, egg fried rice and chips a thing of beauty could be back on the menu.
I have mentioned my age above but it is still just a number I do not feel. Maybe I will feel different come 60 but today it doesn’t scare me. I can look back on my 58 years, which has been interesting but for a few changes I would make there is nothing major I would change.
I was a grumpy kid, teenager, and so on today I can still be a grumpy old man if I want its been in my DNA all my life mum called me moody or a moaning minnie. I can be up for a laugh in fact I can play the fool quite well in the right environment, a pub, or a non-Birthday party with a pint in my hand.
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