I’ve always been really excited by my birthdays. The air was different, everyone was nice to me. When I was a kid, I actually made wishes when I blew out the candles. Most of them came true. And the seconds after the candles are out is still the best scent, ever. This year, I feel every one of my years, and I’ve decided that that’s OK. ‘It’s Mummy’s birthday, you have to be extra nice to her today,’ Neil says…
You know that thing going around Facebook where you’re given an age and you have to tell people what you were driving back then, even it was a tricycle? And then people like your post. For a moment you think it’s because they care that you lived in your own little world. But really, they just want you to give them an age to talk about. So the cycle, like life, can begin again. Yeah, that. The age I got was 22.…
