"Happy birthday to Me!
Happy birthday to Me!
Happy birthday to Meeeeeeeee!
Happy birthday to Me!"
Today is my birthday and, truth be told, I am feeling a little melancholic. Christmas is done; a new year has arrived; I am carrying a few extra pounds in weight; today is my first day back in the office; and I am another year older.
This morning I asked my son what was special about today and he didn’t know – probably a typical response from a nine year old lad at 6:45am in the morning – not great though! Mrs B. had to remind both our children that it was my birthday. To be fair to the kids, “Happy Birthday” wasn’t the first thing out of the wife’s mouth either.
No one in the office even knew it was my birthday until I laid out the cakes and sweets.
The Cyndi Lauper tune “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to” springs to mind - although ‘sulk’ maybe a better adjective in my case than ‘cry’.
Another year into my forties doesn’t feel that wonderful – I am reminded that I am now in the age range where the male suicide rate is highest and where the UK divorce rate peaks. Surely advancing years draws one ever closer to death or debilitating disease?
On the bright side, at least according to Monty Python, the meaning of life is 42 and so maybe this year will be one of great enlightenment. Fingers crossed!
As I wonder what 2013 will bring, another old tune has just popped into my head:
“Will it be mushrooms, fried onion rings?
We’ll have to wait and see
We hope it’s chips it’s chips
We hope it’s chips”
It’s stupid that an eighties Birds Eye Steak Grills advertisement jingle arrived in my head when I was pondering some of life’s bigger questions. But the memory/tune cheered me up and maybe that’s why my brain dredged it up and replayed it to me.
2013 (and indeed 42) will be whatever it is and that is a good philosophy to park the melancholy and get on with wringing the most out of the day/year. I can’t change being 42, or the festive season ending, but I can reflect on all that was/is good about it, be glad I have a job to come back to and focus upon losing the extra weight around my middle.
"Que sera, sera
Whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera"
For tea tonight, I know it’s curry (chips not included) and I am going to look forward to that and opening some presents.
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Happy birthday to Me!
Happy birthday to Meeeeeeeee!
Happy birthday to Me!"
Today is my birthday and, truth be told, I am feeling a little melancholic. Christmas is done; a new year has arrived; I am carrying a few extra pounds in weight; today is my first day back in the office; and I am another year older.
This morning I asked my son what was special about today and he didn’t know – probably a typical response from a nine year old lad at 6:45am in the morning – not great though! Mrs B. had to remind both our children that it was my birthday. To be fair to the kids, “Happy Birthday” wasn’t the first thing out of the wife’s mouth either.
No one in the office even knew it was my birthday until I laid out the cakes and sweets.
The Cyndi Lauper tune “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to” springs to mind - although ‘sulk’ maybe a better adjective in my case than ‘cry’.
Another year into my forties doesn’t feel that wonderful – I am reminded that I am now in the age range where the male suicide rate is highest and where the UK divorce rate peaks. Surely advancing years draws one ever closer to death or debilitating disease?
On the bright side, at least according to Monty Python, the meaning of life is 42 and so maybe this year will be one of great enlightenment. Fingers crossed!
As I wonder what 2013 will bring, another old tune has just popped into my head:
“Will it be mushrooms, fried onion rings?
We’ll have to wait and see
We hope it’s chips it’s chips
We hope it’s chips”
It’s stupid that an eighties Birds Eye Steak Grills advertisement jingle arrived in my head when I was pondering some of life’s bigger questions. But the memory/tune cheered me up and maybe that’s why my brain dredged it up and replayed it to me.
2013 (and indeed 42) will be whatever it is and that is a good philosophy to park the melancholy and get on with wringing the most out of the day/year. I can’t change being 42, or the festive season ending, but I can reflect on all that was/is good about it, be glad I have a job to come back to and focus upon losing the extra weight around my middle.
"Que sera, sera
Whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera"
For tea tonight, I know it’s curry (chips not included) and I am going to look forward to that and opening some presents.
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