Strange, isn’t it. One morning every year one wakes up to find oneself one year older than the day before.
I had a good day. One friend took me out to lunch, and others sent postcards or parcels or telephoned or texted or left messages on Facebook. The parcels above were from my friends G & B who came to visit last week; I saved them to open at breakfast today.
It’s nice to be remembered. Thanks.
Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.
C. S. Lewis
There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.
You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.
‘We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. ‘Even longer,' Pooh answered.