So now I’m thirty. I don’t feel much older than I was when I was twenty-nine. My hair hasn’t spontaneously fallen out or all gone grey. I don’t feel like I need a walking frame yet. Nope, it’s been a good birthday. Caught up with friends and family, got e-cards and paper cards from all corners of the globe, and generally had a merry old time.
I even discovered that although I may have had an hour stolen from my birthday by the Olympics, my sister and mothers’ boyfriends share the same birthday, 25th of March – the day that summer time ends. So I told them they owe me half an hour each.