To start the week's festivities with a bang, we have decorated the house. Just in case I forget which age I am to be, there are now several hundred 50's hanging in and around the ground floor and outside on the patio, where we have erected a gazebo in case of unclement weather on the night of the party.
Forgetting is a distinct possibility, as to get into the birthday spirit, we have started on the chilled, sparkly, bubbly stuff which comes in a bottle.
No.
Not lemonade.
No by no nonny no.
But I digress.
As we were hanging the decorations, I was listening to today's episode of The Archers and was gobsmacked to learn that it's also Phil and Daniel's birthday on Wednesday.
And to think I call myself a fan!
And not knowing that.
D'uh
I also share my birthday with the most famous playwright on the planet.
William Shakespeare.
Who was remarkably tidy in that he was born on 23rd April 1564 and died on the same day in 1616.
Not a feat I intend to emulate.
Not this year anyway.
Other people born on the same day range from the sublime (Vladimir Nabokov, Prokofiev, Roy Orbison (?!) to the ridiculous (Lee Majors, Shirley Temple and an obscure US president James Buchanan......well have YOU ever heard of him?)
However, the ultimate irony, is that my birthday falls on St. George's Day.
Patron Saint of England.
Which, for a Scot, takes some living down..................
1 comment:
That's one plump dragon.
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