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[Mar. 20th, 2003|04:04 pm] |
Well, I was keeping quiet about my birthday but I forgot DeadJournal automagically sends out reminders to people... so 'thank you' to everyone who posted messages when they found out. I actually don't feel too bad about being 35. I have one or two grey hairs at my temples, my beard is a bit more grizzled at the front each time I grow it, and my joints creak more than they used to but on the whole I don't feel too bad at all. The times I feel old are always comparative, not absolute - by which I mean, I see the way ![[info]](http://www.deadjournal.com:8080/userinfo.gif) stalkerofursoul and bluegutterfrog and the rest of their crowd interact, or the T21 Twentysomethings, and I feel old in comparison. But then usually someone tells me not be such a damn fool and I'm fine again.
I rang a mortgage specialist today to find out more about how much we could borrow to make the plan of buying somewhere in St Ives happen. We want a cottage that we can rent out to holidaymakers most of the year, and which will therefore pay for itself, but which we can retreat to every so often when the city life gets too much for us. It looks like the plan could be financially viable, but it'll take a lot of time to organise... we'll see.
So far, I've avoided anyone at work discovering that it's my birthday. The last thing I want is them appearing out of nowhere with a cake, like they did last year.
Mind you - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm cake...
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| Yay tonight |
[Mar. 20th, 2003|11:51 pm] |
I just had a good evening. Spoke on the phone to numerous family members, which is always good. Lisa had gone to town on a birthday meal - it looked good as well as tasting good - you know how food can be like art if the right colours and textures sit together? That's how it all looked on the table. And she'd decorated a cream sponge cake with writing made from halved or sliced raspberries, so I got my cake after all.
Have to confess to telling people at work about the birthday as I left - I asked if it was okay to leave a little early as I wanted to get away because we had an evening planned for my birthday. Cue dropped jaws all round - why hadn't I said anything earlier?
Well, one reason was that when I got in I saw a card by my keyboard and thought 'how the hell did they find out?'. When I got closer I saw it said 'With deepest sympathy' on the front and I thought 'you sarky bastards', but was touched and amused. Then I opened it and found it was a sympathy card for the boss, whose mother had died the night before, and had been put there for me to sign it. After that I didn't feel much like talking about my birthday. |
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