This year my birthday falls on a Monday so we went out for Sunday lunch with friends. On the actual day, it's just me: Piglet's in school and the Good Fella is at work. It's my fiftieth birthday, I think I deserve to have a day for me. If, as Marilyn Monroe says in Some Like It Hot, "quarter of a century makes a girl think", then half a century must provide rich experiences for consideration.
