![[Attempting (and failing) to blow out 27 blazing candles in one go.]](https://www.danielbowen.com/images/1997/08cake.jpg)
Today was my birthday. Along with Don Bradman and Mother Teresa. I invited them out for drinks to celebrate, but apparently they were both busy. I think someone else in the office had a birthday too, because I heard people singing it from behind some partitions somewhere.
It was just the immediate family doing the birthday cake thing after dinner tonight. It’s a bit of a worry when you can’t blow out all the candles in one go anymore. Next year I think I’ll go into training for it to make sure I’m ready.
The real celebration for my birthday has been delayed a week, until my brother-in-law gets here for his visit, with a bundle of presents from overseas rellies in his suitcase. I hope he knows what they are; I can just imagine him getting quizzed in airports…
"Are you carrying anything belonging to another person?"
"Err… yeah, kind of… some packages…"
"Do you know what’s inside these packages?"
"Not really, they’re a surprise…"
"Just come with us please sir, this will only take a minute."
