So, I turned 38. A kind of ‘meh’ age, not quite mid 30s but not close enough to the big 4-0. So nothing really planned.

That was before, of course, Mrs Want got involved.

I’d decided to adapt the standard work policy of buying everyone cakes by taking in one of the homemade lemon meringue pies from the weekend. Just enough for my team and those lovely chefs who usually get forgotten. Top stuff and a lovely card and prezzie off Anna too. Even Andy told me to go home at a reasonable hour.

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But then, well. I’d already had a fab present off the missus in the morning, Fozzie bear, obviously the best act in The Muppet Show. He’s even wearing a neck tie! Wacca wacca wacca!

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Dinner, though was wonderful. A fantastic cranberry mozzarella chicken with Palma ham. My fine lady excelled herself and made me a very happy chappy.

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Thanks also to all my wonderful Facebook friends who left me messages. You’re all brilliant, some of you leaving coded messages referring to slightly wilder birthdays from back in the day!