I put a spell on you...
Today is my birthday. Fifty four years old. At least I think I am. You do get to an age where it just doesn't matter any more unless it has a zero on the end. These birthdays are always good times to celebrate that you are still going strong and serve well as reminders that birthday cards are still welcome and appropriate. In my family, I am Queen of the Birthday Plans. By this, I mean my immediate family, as anything beyond my children and the husband is taken up by Miss R, whose organisational skills make mine look almost infantile. So when it comes to my birthday, I have to temporarily hand the mantle of Birthday Planner to the husband. But I can't really leave it all to him... I have prompted him that a meal out might be lovely with whichever children are in the vicinity, and family members who are happy to be awake past 10.00pm. (This is difficult because my birthday is always very close to that damn daylight saving nonsense). I have also suggested