As some of you may know, it was my birthday this week.
Generally, I’m not a big fan of my birthday and tend to ignore it as much as possible. This year though, Mart persuaded me that a small celebration might be in order, so I went along with it. We had planned on going to Richmond to hang by the river, till we woke up and saw it was absolutely pissing down. I don’t just mean ‘a bit of rain’, I’m talking massive drops large enough to cause serious head injury, and there were lots of them. Never seen so many. Every time I stuck my head out, down they came.
Mart suggested we invite some pals over instead, but the ledge is barely big enough for the two of us, or at least the dry bit is. So we stayed on it. Just the two of us, and watched the rain come down.
Mart did his best with some joke telling and a couple of games of eye-spy, but it was, truth be told, probably the dullest birthday I have had in a long time, which is why making birthday plans is never a good idea. If no plans have been made, it’s just an average day that didn’t go so well. When plans are in place, and scuppered, the day will always feel slightly disappointing.
One event that was vaguely birthday shaped was finding a bag of dry Maccy D chips. Some of them were still warm. Result.
Dalston Del was already giving it a good go by the time we arrived:
Then Mart told him it was my birthday, and he stepped aside. Fair play.
Soon as we’d done them, it started to rain again, so we went back to the ledge and stayed there for the rest of the day.