It was pointed out to me at school that most people of my age demand an expensive meal or a few drinks for their birthday. When I said I was very excited about going to the zoo the question "how old are you, 32 or 2?" was posed.
I've shared my birthday with Easter before ( I was 16 and in Germany at the time) and now with Mothers' Day. I'm not sure that it makes much of a difference (except that I had to ring my mum back to wish her a happy day as I forgot when she rang me).
I have had an unusually low number of cards this year - I am hoping it is to do with the fact my birthday has fallen on a Sunday and the post here is crap. They amount to 2 - one from my parents and one from Colin.
Presents to date are:
1. a traditional stove-top espresso maker
2. The House of Doctor Dee. Peter Ackroyd.
3. Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky. Patrick Hamilton.
4. Divine, strokable notebooks.
4. Nigella parmesan grater.
5. Nigella blue colander.
Cooking, reading and notebooks. Just about sums me up!