Forty?! I know. Almost every day someone says to me "I thought you were, like, twenty-five. You look amazing. You should be a male model or something." But then Hannah bangs on the bathroom door and I have to leave the mirror.
Luckily today involved a party where my parents invited anyone who had ever changed my nappy over for a cup of tea and cake. I felt very honoured...until it became clear that Mum mainly wanted to show off her Grandson to all her friends. It didn't matter - by that point I'd been given a bottle of Baileys and a couple of crisp twenty-pound notes, so my birthday was basically complete. I blew out the candles on my cake then shuffled off for an afternoon nap. When you get to my age...
My nephew Oliver looks on. When I was your age, young man, I was...pretty much as boring as I am now.
Computer games prove more interesting than Uncle David's birthday reminiscences.
My parents kept my old bike! Now it's ready for the next generation.
