Yesterday was good. Lots of people said Happy Birthday. I got things done at work. I left work at a reasonable time. I managed to book a table at The Dubliner, in the nick of time as they were almost full up. I bought myself a bottle of Ardbeg 17 yr old at Oslo City. Free Record Shop at Gunerius had started selling Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets a day early (are they allowed to do that?) so I now have the DVD. Yay. I almost walked on to the set of Mors Elling when I got home, and got to see one take, which was kinda cool (seeing it, that is, the take in itself was pretty boring). The new Nemi magazine was in my mailbox when I got home. Fame Factory was on and I had pizza and Strongbow. I did a bit of sewing and lounged around a bit. Had some birthday phonecalls. I even did the washing up. Great day, in fact.
The only thing that didn’t behave quite as expected was the weather. My almost perfect track record now has a flaw. Boo-hoo. It was fine for most of the day, but when I got home there was snow in the air. Not a lot, but still… Snow! I ask you! This is April, for goodness sake! Overnight the ground has actually gone white, and it’s snowing out now as well. It won’t stick, of course, but it’s a bit disappointing. Not only had I decided that spring was well and truly here, which I will now have to reconsider, but why did it have to start yesterday? The weather is always nice on my birthday. I can remember it raining a bit in the afternoon once in ten years or so. In Worthing three years ago it was ridiculous – it had been rainy and cold and sleety and windy and unpleasant for days. My birthday arrives. I’m on the couch with a cold, not stirring outdoors, but the weather? Bright, bright sunshine. Next day it was back to sleet and wind. But, as I said, that track record is looking less good following yesterday’s return to winter. Oh, well. One can’t have everything, I suppose. But if I am to go by the saying my grandmother insisted on, viz. “if the weather is nice on your birthday it means you’ve been good all year”, what, I wonder, have I done this year that is so particularly bad?
Voice in my head: Van Morrison – Brown Eyed Girl