You might consider comparing me to a good cheese.  You see, despite living a somewhat dangerous life as a wee nipper, putting myself into various perilous situations over the years, and somehow managing to make it into adulthood, I can be compared to a good cheese.

I'm maturing well, a bit moldy, and I smell.  OK, possibly we can ignore the last parts of that rather short sentence, but none the less, as of last Thursday, I hit the grand old age of 33.

Of course, over the last few years, I've felt waaaay older than that, but that's neither here nor there, especially when you consider I am perhaps one of the most immature 33 year olds out there.  Yes folks, even as I write this, I am amused by the fact I am sitting in just my boxers.

You're reading the writings of a man in his undies.

Again, that's neither here nor there.  The fact is, I managed to score another point in the grand Game O' Life.  And when you've got scars on most of your appendages, when you realise you've had some form of cast on each limb, and when you look back on something you've done and think "Wow, that was really stupid, how did I not die", you know that 33 is a pretty good score.

Especially with only one life ;)

Anyways, as you may have noticed, I am rambling.  And I am rambling for the simple fact that one of my birthday gifts was infact a stinking cold.  Ah-ChOOO!  It was a joint gift from several sources, though those sources may suggest I was carrying the germs before I actually got ill.  A likely story.  However, I have not long munched down on some cold-and-flu-type-jobbies, and had a mug of hot juice with whiskey and honey.

I may not be better, but I certainly don't care that I'm poorly!

As for my birthday, I was spoiled quite nicely, thank you very much.  Gifts, food, drink - no party, thank you very much - just a nice quiet day (while getting hammered with texts of the Happy Birthday You Old Coot variety) which is more than I can ask for.

Thank you to my Kellie, for getting me lots of lovely things and bits and bobs and for spoiling me, even if I DO suspect some of the boxers she got me were more for her benefit ;)  Thank you to ickle sister Gemma for the presents and the food - wow, that was a lot of food... *burp*  And thank you to everyone that sent a card, text, message or whatever else you sent me :D

So, I am a year older, a year wiser, and well on the road to maturity.  I'm not sure I'll ever reach the fabled destination, but we can live in hope ;)

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