Happy birthday to me

Today was my birthday – I’m not a big one for birthdays, but I’m willing to at least acknowledge them. I’ve been busy thinking I’m a year older than I am for a good month or two so that I would be ready to hit the ground running today. Or at least to hit the ground briskly walking at my age.

I was excited to have chips for dinner on my birthday, my favourite repast. I cycled breathlessly (that wasn’t the excitement, I’m just not very fit) to the chip shop and got there at 21:03, whereupon it transpired that they closed at 21:00.

The nice fellow behind the counter must have noticed my crestfallen and sweaty little face, because he asked me what I wanted. ‘Chips,’ I said, which I thought he might already have been able to guess. He actually apologised for giving me extra chips because he was clearing out the fryer. I was not able to finish the chips, and that does not happen very often. What a great day.