I dread birthdays.

I've always dreaded them, as far back as I can remember.

I particularly remember this green-gilled feeling round about the time of my 15th birthday when I found myself in a severe depressive funk over the imminent milestone that was facing me...I was half way to 50. Okay it sounds ridiculous for someone so young to behave like this but hey, that's me.

Two years ago when the ex-bastard broke up with me only days after my birthday, AND whilst I was laid up in bed recuperating from minor surgery on my back, I really thought I'd hit birthday rock-bottom. But the following year for some reason unbeknownst to me, I started to look forward to this anniversary of my birth.

This year I've found myself doing much the same. I've actually been looking forward to it, and that may be because I've had a pretty crap couple of months. It's too long and too boring to get into, but let's just say it's not been a good year so far.

Despite this, here I am today - it's my 28th birthday and nothing terrible has happened to me (touch wood) and I'm actually enjoying myself. In fact, even though I was beginning to think that my unlucky buddy's bad luck was rubbing off on me, things have taken a turn for the better...

1) Last night Unlucky took me to see Kathryn Williams - a genius concert with an ace support band called Clayhill
2) I turned up at work to find my mate had bought me a chocolate brownie
3) My Dad called from 6000 miles away to wish me Happy Birthday -mum's calling tomorrow
4) Even though I left my handbag in Starbucks in Selfridges after a meeting first thing this morning, when I remembered and rushed over SURE that it would have been nicked, some kind soul had handed it in without nicking anything from it
5) My team at work had chipped in and bought me some ACE green strappy kylie sandles that I've been lusting after and a bunch of flowers
6) My Print buyer took me to lunch at a Conran restaurant

So you see things ain't that bad at all. And while the cynic in me thinks that this short run of good things MUST mean there's bad stuff around the corner, the birthday girl in me is feeling pretty much like a princess.

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