Yesterday was my birthday.
Well, strictly speaking it wasn’t my birth day birthday as I would be pretty fucking remarkable if I could type this at only one day old. So for the pedants amongst us, yesterday was the anniversary of my birthday.
69 is an odd number, not only because it’s not even but it’s also an upside down number. It has only happened three times before – when I was 1, 8 and 11. It won’t happen again until I’m 88 and then at 96 and 101.
Now this demonstrates the way my mind works. I can’t just accept a number and leave it at that. I have to work out all these stupid little facts and it is a facet of my brain that I find very irritating at times. It’s a waste of time and brainpower but it’s just something I have had to learn to live with.
Incidentally, I also appreciate the other significance of 69 but I’m getting a little long in the tooth for that, and so is Herself.
I spent a quiet day. Herself had forgotten all about birthdays and that was fine by me. I’m not a birthday person. So I toddled off down to the village with Penny and had a quiet celebration with a couple of mugs of coffee in the pissing rain.
Later, I was quietly sitting at home minding my own business when the five Grandkids arrived. Now I only have four Grandkids and only three of those are mobile [another odd number], yet five [odd?] had crowded in the door. Luckily I realised that the extra kids were friends which goes to show I’m not senile yet.
We had a little party. They had brought Cidona [or maybe it was Cider?] and chocolates and a fine time was had by all [except for Granddaughter the Younger who maintained that the drink did funny things to her nose so she had blackcurrant juice instead].
Along with sweets and drinks [and home made birthday cards] they had also bought a present from Daughter. She had bought me a pair of shoes, which is great as I needed them. However it took the Grandkids to notice they were odd shoes [maybe I am going senile after all?]. Now I wasn’t sure if this was intentional and that I was supposed to wear them as oddities [I quite liked the idea] or whether I had in fact received two pairs of shoes, where one of each pair was missing.
I phoned Daughter. Initially she said it was intentional and the idea was that I use a crutch and only wear one shoe at a time but then admitted that the shop assistant had fucked up. She still had the receipt so that was fine. I returned the odd shoes.
One way or another, it was a day of oddities.
I enjoyed it though.