Today is my birthday. Even though I have seen many birthdays, it’s still nice to think that today is a special day for me, and for my family. Mum always told me that I was born on a Sunday to the sound of church bells. That seems to me to be a nice way to arrive in this world.
Of course even though today is Saturday and the family should be around to spoil me, they are working. This afternoon though I believe special little sandwiches, scones and cake are being offered.
I handed my car over yesterday to a friend who is a car dealer. He gave me a fair price and I don’t have to return it to some place in the north of the country, for an extra charge of seventy five pounds. This is standard procedure when you hand over a car before all payments to clear the debt are made.
I can’t say I’m sorry to see it go. Took a while to take all the gubbins out of the car. It’s amazing what you find.
To those who are also celebrating their special day, enjoy.