Yesterday was my birthday. I am thankful for my cards and gifts but can without hesitation say - worst birthday ever (everyone's okay before you worry). It clean blew my sixteenth out of the water. My sixteenth saw me alone and suffering a heavy cold and due to bad weather the telly and radio had no signal. My gifts were LP's and my record player had broken.
My problem is, I wait all year for my birthday and always have high expectations which means that it doesn't take much to dampen my enthusiasm.
December is an awkward birthday month I believe, money is tight for most these days and most certainly is for us and during December we feel the pinch a little harder.
The world seems to shut down and becomes entirely focused on Christmas, so having a birthday in the week running up to the day, well it invariably becomes overshadowed.
The weather is rarely sunny and crisp and is usually inclement.
I often struggle to think of nice things to do as nice things seem to hibernate come December and even when I do find something, it means travelling and we no longer have a car and are reliant on public transport.
I usually spend my birthday alone as Andy works, but this year he had the day off and somehow I managed to experience a truly disappointing day. It started off well with some beautiful cards and gifts. ..
From Andy. He always does a picture in my cards.
From my sister, the card even had a little bag.
The films, the first 'Straight On Till Morning' stars Shane Briant from 'Demons of the Mind' and 'Psych Out' is a Dean Stockwell film.
From my mum and step dad, I also got money.
From my nephew and his mum.
From my lovely friend Tara.
The day proceeded on to a Wetherspoons breakfast and then the train to Southampton where we had half a mind to see the Titanic exhibition at the new museum. The ticket price put me off when I realised I was a little Titanic'd out after all the anniversary coverage this year and Andy had no real interest, which made me hesitant about spending £17 to get in. So, we didn't go.
It was raining, a cold and merciless rain which was joined by nasty biting winds and I proceeded to battle through said weather around shop after shop after shop while Andy tried to find his aunt a hat for Christmas. The shops were choked with people, the malls (nasty places) were choked, the streets were cold, windy and wet and my back started playing up to the extent that I was having trouble walking comfortably. After a break for a truly dry M&S sandwich and a white chocolate and vanilla drink where I somehow managed to aggravate a man behind me on a seat, we moved on and spent a ridiculous amount of time in H&M where Andy tried to pick out a Baker Boy cap for himself.
By this time I was near in tears with pain and places were close to shutting, so we headed back to the train station and came home to even heavier rain and due to mis-communication of the highest order never had the traditional meal out and even the idea of a film and pizza at home was thrown out the window by the drama of a vague telephone message from the manager of Andy's aunt's sheltered accommodation which greeted us when we got home. She left a message to call back but no one was picking up the phone and even Andy's aunt wasn't answering her phone. An hour later and all was sorted out and I was in bed by 9pm feeling sorry for myself.
So yes, that was a pretty rubbish birthday.
The only half decent photo of the day. The first time I saw this it set me off giggling for far too long and I finally got a photograph to share the silliness.