As you know I love numbers and I get a disproportionate amount of pleasure from taking pictures of them when I’m out and about. Numbers are everywhere and never more so than when there’s a birthday on the horizon.
Being asked for dates, to be taken to lunch - possibly my favourite thing to do - especially if someone else is paying. Being asked for a list of gift ideas by darling people who know I am a nightmare to buy for, I even have a card for that. Counting the numerous bouquets and posies sent by well-wishers and fans. Adding up the many many cards that have started flooding in. And of course, counting the wrinkles I’ve acquired since my last birthday.
I won’t tell you when the big day is as that would be common, but here’s a clue: it’s more than 28, and less than 30.