I don't make a big deal about my birthdays, not into it much. The ten year ones are good as they're like a mile stone, but the ones in the middle aren't nearly as exciting. But anyway yes I turned 51 this last week.
Daughter go a box set thing all about Pink Floyd and The Wall album, and David a silver ring for my finger. Nothing for the ring finger of course, not unless we could get married in Australia we might think about that.
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