This week is my birthday, though if I’m honest I don’t really care… if I’m really being honest I haven’t cared for about twelve years now. I don’t know why, but to me it’s just another day, no different from the day before my birthday and no different from the day after… or you know… a day next week or next month.
However this does wind my mum up as she starts the whole, “what do you want for your birthday?”, “what would you like to do for your birthday?”, about a month before it happens. Of course, I’m unable to answer because I just don’t want to do anything.
Now Christmas… I love Christmas!!