By: Wishdokter
11th January 2010
On this day, 39 years ago, the very first ‘Quickie Divorce’ was granted in the UK. It was also the day of my birth.
I’m telling you this because I know you’re NOT going to make a fuss, wish, or worse still sing, me a happy birthday, or feel sorry for me because I’m at home with nothing planned for the day. I am telling you this only because I’ve not told, or reminded, anyone else. Now I feel able to rant about it, to you, without fear of sounding like I’m bothered… I ain’t bovvered!!
Most of my close friends know not to bother doing anything special for me on this date, some feel compelled to do something, even if they can just mention it…! DON’T!
I’ll be honest with you, I like spending this date alone, but I’m never lonely. My long time school friend, Tony, was born a few hours after me on the 12th, as schoolboys we used to celebrate it together, until we turned 14 or so. Nowadays, the day will pass unnoticed, which I like tremendously.
Anyhow, I have a free day, no DWP appointments, no counselling meetings, or shopping to be done. I don’t need to do any chores, or go visit anyone. I can choose to do as I please. Not because I was born on this date, but because I have free will, and some time to exercise it.
That said, I’ve been looking out of my window at the streets today, I even went to inspect the road surface, when speaking to the postman this morning. I could go cycling.
So, I’m going to take my iPod, borrow Joe’s MT bike and head up the road towards the woods, build a fire and listen to some tunes.
I’ve just had a call from my GP, asking me if I needed or wanted to change my sleeping tablets to a new trial drug. That’s quite normal. But, at the end of the conversation, he says ‘Ah, I see from your records it’s your birthday – HAPPY BIRTHDAY’.
I slowly returned the phone receiver to its cradle without saying anything in response. Rubbing my furrowed brow, lowering my head in mock pain, I suddenly realise that even though I’m home-alone, I still can’t avoid my fucking birthday. Fuck digital calendars…!!