I just wanted to wish myself a happy birthday. So, happy birthday Graham. Aw, thank you, I didn’t think you’d remember; did you get me anything? I got a little birthday feast. How sweet of you.
I’m 49, by the way. I know what you’re thinking: I don’t believe it. You look so much younger.” Please, stop it, you’re embarrassing me now.
Be happy, be safe (and let me live in denial of the ravages of time).
Graham Coutts, 23rd April 2017