With thanks to my super-cake-baker sister Susannah.
If (gasp) you don’t get it, well, you’d better watch this.
Me at forty.
(Well, 39 and 364 days, yesterday. I had this idea of taking my own picture. It’s startlingly difficult to get a half-decent shot, as you can see. Even the one I used shows something between my teeth — and a tree apparently growing out of the top of my head, though I’ve cropped most of it out.)
To be honest I feel a bit seedy today. Not enough sleep, a cold, and the events of the last couple of weeks mean I haven’t organised anything to mark the occasion except with family. Maybe in a few weeks when the dust settles.
Last year of my 30s starts today.
While I’d love to have a lazy day at home and a big party, I haven’t been organised enough, so neither will happen. Instead it’ll be a work day, punctuated by breakfast with my boys, lunch with my girl, and dinner with my Posse of TroUblemAkers — family catchup will be on the weekend.
Just a game I thought of: what Doctor Who episode aired on or closest to your birthday?
Check this list to find out.
(I guess those born before 1963 or in the 90s will probably gravitate to one of two episodes…)
If I had the time, I’d whip up an applet to do the hard work for you, but I don’t, sorry.