Happy birthday me

So, it's my birthday.

For the last couple of years I've pretended that I'm bothered that I'm growing older. I've joked about being younger than I am and even friends who were in the same School year as me, joined in with the joke.

But it doesn't bother me.

I'm not worried that I've got a few grey hairs (apparently as I can't see any) or that I'm closer to my death than I am my birth.

I have a brilliant life. I have a wonderful family. I have faith. I have (for the most part) my health. I have friends and later on today I will have cake.

And yet I still pretend.

So if you see me on Facebook or Twitter today telling you that I'm 28 or there about, then tell me I don't look a day over twenty. Tell me Happy Birthday. Just join me with the joke.

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  1. I can't tell you you're not a day older than twenty eight on twitter because you don't follow me.

  2. Hope that you had a nice birthday :)
    p.s I don't look a day over twenty


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