It happens every year, and the more often it happens the less value I place on it. I don’t like the attention it brings (more on that soon), and whilst it’s nice that people are thinking of you on a day like today, it’s really just that. A day. Which all sounds very humbuggery of me but given I’ve just turned another year older I think I’m allowed to enter my ‘grumpy old man’ phase any damn way I please! 46. Good grief.