Freaking hell, it’s March 1 already, which means it’s birthday month. To be specific, it’s 51st birthday month.
Why does 51 sound soooooo much older than 50?
It doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as 21, which I celebrated with a barbie in my parents’ backyard.
Here are some happy snaps …
Yesterday, my friend Megz asked me how I’ll be celebrating my 51st.
If my dad is well enough. he and mum will trek to Sydney to spend my birthday eve eating, drinking and being merry on my sister’s back deck.
Aaaand that’s about it.
I might badger DD into having a birthday swim and maybe a burger, but I reckon that will do me.
After all, we went all out last March 17 with our combined 50th party.
I still can’t believe he sang me a revamped version of G-L-O-R-I-A as A-L-A-N-A.
I’ve been giving a woman social media lessons and I bemoaned to her yesterday that I don’t have a video of the song. I would really love a video of the moment, but I’ll just have to rely on my fading memory.
Fifty. Freaking. One.
And I feel it this morning. The evil insomnia is back. Cue hours of tossing and turning in the middle of the night. And ever-growing bags under my eyes each morning.
Do you have any tips for getting back to sleep at 2am?
Song of the day: David Bowie “Golden Years”