Dear Die-ary...

That time of year... It's my birthday. Must remember to edit the sub-heading of this blog.

As my bday happened to land on a Sunday, that meant I had to work in the early hours, throwing newspapers at dogs. The date, "7th January" means NOTHING to these people. And then they show up at their doors, demanding to know why last week's paper had a slight rip on the back page or why it gave them a papercut.

With this done, only then could I show it was my birthday. Of course, like Christmas I didn't open the presents until much later. What reason? Well, I didn't give birth or create myself. So I believe that the parents are the ones which should get the presents. But no one else agrees with me so nevermind.

Birthdays aren't that special. But this one seemed different somehow. My siblings were working, so I felt like an only-child for a short amount of time. I was taken out several times! 1 ~ Newspapers! 2 ~ Eating, 3 ~for... lemonade (?), 4 ~ walk, 5~ Drop the christmas tree off. What I didn't like about the eating-out was the children around us, screaming because they were bored of waiting for their food, which they don't deserve, the little ratbags. There was one baby sitting (sh1tting?) near us, making strange faces and squealing when the Dad teased her. The eating-place (I don't know how to classify it...) was appropriately named, "The World's End".


Late at night, when nobody was caring anymore, we dropped a mass of candles on some form of cake with little stars on it. The 10-year-old candles were just stubs at this point, and so when they were lit, the cake melted. Now it looks like the setting of a war; muddy ground, with little twisted soldiers screaming in agony, while they wallow in the mud (the soldiers are the melted 'stars'). You can't help but feel sympathy for the poor old Tesco's quick-bought cake.

And now I'm just waiting for the rest of my presents to arrive in the mail.

With this said, I now end with a short poem my Grandad made up long ago:

It's my birthday today!
Cakes for tea,
All for me!
You can't come
Yum Yum Yum!