Normally I am quite good with numbers.
I can remember car registrations, phone numbers, library card numbers and all sorts of stuff like that. Conversely I am hopeless at remembering names or faces but that’s beside the point.
The one numerical area where I fall short is birthdays.
For some reason I can never remember the day of the month, and that particularly applies to Herself which is not only a bummer but also potentially life threatening. Naturally I know she was born in August, but I always get mixed up between the fourth and the sixth. I know it’s one of the two but can never quite get the hang of which one.
Particularly of the last few years I have been doing a ton of form filling. Anyone who has ever tried raking back some cash off the state will be familiar with this little pastime. I can rattle of the year and the month, her mother’s maiden name, where she was born, her tax number and everything else they demand on every form but when it comes to the precise date of her birth the old problem arises. Four or six?
I was delighted yesterday when the phone rang several times. Each time it was a relation of some shape or form. Each time they said they wanted to wish Herself a happy birthday. Each time I gently mentioned that it was the sixth [I had looked it up on my notebook a few days ago] and not the fourth. Each time they said they thought it was the fourth, so I am by no means alone.
Now I have come up with a couple of theories about this confusion.
Maybe she was born on the fourth and they decided she was a little undercooked so they shoved her back into the oven for another couple of days? That would explain the two dates?
Or maybe it was just a long birth? The head started to show on the fourth and the rest of her finally plopped out on the sixth?
We will never know.
Think of it as the product of the first two non-trivial prime numbers
Bugger! Just discovered the editor screwed up the post and stuck it out as one paragraph. Sorry about that.
Thanks Mark. Not a bad idea. Unless of course I forget and add them. But there again, maybe the sum of the first three integers?
Perhaps your ‘Queen’ has two birthdays, like our own dear Queen of this Spectic Isle? A ‘real one’ and an Official one? Paddington had two too and The Bestes Frau In The Entire Universe and myself have two Wedding Anniversaries (despite only ever having married once). You really should free your mind from such pretty bourgeoisie constraints about only have one single ‘special day’ a year.
I have no problem with two separate birthdays provided they aren’t only two days apart. Herself can celebrate her second one on the 25th December. It’ll save on presents and is reasonably rememberable…..
Or maybe they asked you some years ago and you were confused so told them the 4th. (It’s likely what I would have done, I don’t do dates either)
One of the callers was her older sister who presumably met her before I did. Maybe Herself is the one who’s confused? I must try to find her birth certificate [if she has one]. That will probably provide a third date.
In some countries it’s usual to congratulate not only the person with the birthday, but also all family members – so: Congratulations to you to Herself’s birthday! And of course a Happy Birthday to Herself!
Some countries are eminently civilised. Thank you, Claudia. I shall pass on the message next time I’m in the attic.
Having had some experience of registration in rural Irish communities, perhaps the confusion lay with the registrar’s office?