Surprise!
I generally don’t enjoy my birthday, and I expected that when I turned 30 there would be dark skies, plagues of locusts and electrical blackouts. But the sun shone and I had a very happy day.
This weekend past my parents came up for a surprise visit; they’d just come back from two weeks in Canada visiting my brother so were probably really jetlagged. My dad had driven them all over Ontario, but still drove the 450 mile round trip to see me, for one day. It was really lovely. We had a fabulous Sunday Lunch and then I fed them my home-made brownies at my flat before they had to go back down south.
On Monday, my actual birthday, I woke up a bit grumpy and morose. P cheered me up though. He made me leave the house, and we went for a day out in Glasgow, went to one of my favourite Japanese restaurants for lunch, did a little bit of shopping but generally just mooched around in the sunshine.
In the evening I had a lovely dinner with work friends, got an unexpected but fantastic little present from E (some old Cole Porter sheet music). I was really surprised: I loved my birthday, for the first time in years. My prophecies of doom and misery where wholly inaccurate.
Turning 30 is brilliant. I highly recommend it.
