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It's my birthday on Saturday, and we're supposed to be going out for dinner. Apart from the fact I'm feeling so unwell I can't even think about going out at the moment, I'm not really looking forward to it.
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Because I am really bad at birthdays.
I love giving presents, and arranging parties or special meals for other people. But when it comes to celebrating my own birthday - well, to be honest, I'd rather have a quiet night in in front of the X Factor with my family. And while I treasure every hand-made card and slightly random gift from my offspring (even the Elvis soap), presents from the adults in my life always make me feel guilty. It's not that I'm ungrateful, or spoilt, honest - just embarrassed because they've spent their money on me.
Of course there have been a few wonderful birthdays - my 30th, for example, when I was taken to see Bon Jovi at the National Lottery show (front row seats!) before a surprise party. And my 40th, when all our family and friends gathered for a big lunch and fireworks before we flew to Washington DC. That was pretty special. I do love champagne (or cava), and cake.
And there have been awful birthdays - my 21st, one month after my dad had died from a heart attack.
But the main reason I don't really enjoy birthdays is because I don't actually feel as though I'm any older than I was last year, or 10 years ago, or even 20 years. Yes my body may be showing what the ads call the 'tell-tale signs of ageing' and of course there are all the responsibilities that come with being a mum. But in my heart I'm still 16 and listening to Spandau Ballet the first time around.
How do you feel about birthdays? Do you make a big fuss, or do you feel slightly anti-climactic too? I'd love to know.