It's my birthday tomorrow. I'M NOT FORTY YET!!
This is the most relevant thing.
I've been looking back at birthday posts, it's been fun.
In 2009 I had a list of birthday loveliness which made me feel warm and fuzzy reading it again. And sad that this year my Grandad won't be phoning me.
In 2010 I was a new second-time mum and still had time to list 35 things ... why don't I have that kind of time now??
Also I realised I still bake pretty much the same things for birthdays ... then:
And now (taken this afternoon): there was also gin again, but why wouldn't there be right?
And use the same crockery.
In 2011 I was pretty low-key but got unnecessarily shirty with someone in the comments. Silly me.
And last year we were too busy doing this to celebrate, blog or indeed even really notice my birthday.
I think I've another birthday contemplation type post brewing, or maybe not, but the thing which struck me while reading back in time was how many readers left really lovely comments, which I never responded to. I know my whole blogging philosophy here is to just write, without thinking about who's reading it and what they necessarily think about it, but it strikes me now as arrogant that I didn't even say thank you for lovely warm birthday messages, and only deigned to respond when someone irked me a bit.
I'm sure I've alienated readers over the years for doing that, and while I'm still blogging like nobodies reading, on a human level I think I've been a bit rude. I apologise.
See? Older and wiser.