Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear me, happy birthday to me [claping, cheering, blowing out an inferno of 30 candles].
Wow, I’m so lucky. I’m 30 and have already achieved so many of my goals that there’s little left to make me happier. Perhaps that’s because I have realistic goals and don’t mind a little hardship every now and then though.
Do you want to know what the biggest difference of my 30th birthday was compared to previous birthdays? It was looking for a particular type of handwriting on an envelope, even though I knew this year it wouldn’t be there. My Nan died recently and I have always taken for granted seeing a birthday card from her in the morning post. Nan’s birthday was also the 18th June, so this is the first year we didn’t get to wish each other happy birthday.
The photo is Nan in 2002 with Nicola and James. She was on holiday in Eastbourne then so we drove down to meet her.