Another birthday has rolled round and I am somehow 61. It's not a milestone birthday like last year but it still feels seismic, nudging me firmly into the 60-something category rather than being merely borderline. At least it's not like 65 where you have to start ticking the last box on questionnaires because that must be repeatedly traumatic, but that day is getting inexorably closer.
As ever I can't do anything about it, merely revel in having been here since 1965 and choose to embrace the opportunities another year brings. I have lunch booked. I have four cards to open. There is cake for everyone.