I'm a little bit sad not grumpy today.
It's my 29th birthday and I have a grand total of 1 card and 1 present.
Four friends have sent me Facebook greetings and my girlfriend wished me a happy birthday at midnight last night.
Otherwise I've been sat inside all day working on my PhD commentary and feeling sorry for myself.
Having a birthday on a bank holiday when no-one's around to celebrate with you is rather disappointing.
Never mind. I'm having a party next month.
If it's any consolation, here's how my birthday weekend went. (To understand the story, you probably need to know that my mother, my elder sister, and I all share the same birthday, and my elder sister currently lives near Paris, where she teaches small children.)
Friday: flew from Newcastle to Paris. Was supposed to wait for mother and younger sister's flight to arrive from England before travelling on to elder sister's house on the other side of Paris. Arrived just before the biggest thunderstorm I've ever seen. Charles de Gaulle shut down due to the storm. Mother and sister stranded for three hours in East Midlands airport. Me stranded at CDG waiting for them, completely out of contact with everybody (and unable to speak French). Mother and sister arrive and we finally reach elder sister's house at five past midnight. I have been travelling for 14 hours.
Saturday: woken at 6am by Small Nephew. Spent day entertaining a gaggle of nieces and nephews while brother-in-law arranges sister's surprise party. (I hate children.) Only bright spot: finding an outdoor music festival in the local park. Managed to hear three songs before being dragged away to play football. Mmmm, French singing
. Rained for most of the day.
Sunday: woken at 6am by Small Niece. Spent morning entertaining mother and sister while brother-in-law arranges surprise party. Spent afternoon putting up four marquees in the garden. Rained non-stop. Party in the evening: 98 guests, half of them small children from my sister's school. (I hate children.) Only bright spot: discussing politics with a Frenchman! Went to bed at 2am.
Monday: woken at 6am by small something of indeterminate nature. Spent day entertaining gaggle of nieces and nephews as I'm the only member of the family without a hangover (I don't drink). Rained all day.
Tuesday (my birthday!!!): woken at 5am by alarm clock to catch flight back to England. Rain has stopped, weather is beautiful in Paris. Arrived at Newcastle in pouring rain. Spending the rest of my birthday alone with supply of French chocolate.
Happy birthday, HH. Let's swap celebrations next year