I turned 29 yesterday. I'm told like begins at 30 by people in their 30's so I'll be waiting with baited breath at midnight on the 17th next year to see what life looks like. :)

I don't really like birthday celebrations so I got up really early and spent my 'special' day walking along the river between Buckden and Kettlewell in the Dales by myself. I was going to meet Vicky from work and stay at her place to avoid my lodgers and friends. Vicky told me we were going out to eat and she was driving so I could have a drink, then drove me to a Chinese restaurant where 15 of my friends were waiting for me! Bastards had found her phone number on my mobile when I wasn't looking and told her about my surprise do! I pretended to hate it but be grumpy for the first 20 minutes then settled down and had a great time.

I hate celebrating my birthday because when I was a kid my Mum and Dad always threw me a party and invited all my friends. Half way through the party they'd have a huge row and upset my friends. I always hated all the shouting and tears and kind of associate birthdays with those times. Damn, a psychiatrist would have a field day with me. :)

Lucy
Currently listening to 'The Trooper' by Iron Maiden.