Dear Weather. Thank you so much for behaving on my birthday (February 25th)! It’d blown a gale the day before, and poured down the day before that. I don’t want to push my luck, but, if you don’t mind, will you, please, please, also be nice during Easter week (especially over the four-day weekend, for those of us who’ll be chained to office computers until then), when, all being well, we’ll finally be allowed out of the local area for the first time since mid-October? We’ll only be allowed to meet up outdoors and, whilst we’ll hold our long-awaited reunions with loved ones wearing cagoules and clutching umbrellas if need be, it would be rather nice if we could at least stay dry. Thank you.
Also, as a slightly late birthday, it’s been announced today that people in my age group are Group 10 – i.e. we’ll be next in line to be vaccinated, once the second phase of the programme’s been completed. Bring it on.
I’m not really a birthday person. Once you get past 21, they’re just rather a reminder that you’re another year older and are still not thin/successful/whatever. Unless you are, obviously. However, they’re an excuse for a meal out, eh? And, hey, let’s celebrate the fact that we’re still here, especially after a year on which no-one will be looking back with undiluted pleasure, as the Queen might say. Having a late February birthday, I’m one of the last people to turn another year older in the Covid era. Some people, depending on when their birthdays fall and which part of the country they live in, will have been lucky enough to have had a small celebration with family and friends. Everyone else, hard luck. It’s a shame for little kids, who usually make a big deal of birthdays, and for people marking “landmark” birthdays. I was rather amused to see a small plane flying over the local area, trailing a banner proclaiming “Happy 90th Birthday, Doris” a few weeks ago. I hope Doris had a lovely day 🙂 – but it won’t have been the day she’d have had otherwise, and it’s not as if you can rebook a special birthday in the same way that you can rebook a concert or a stage play.
It did turn out quite well, though. Whilst pleased to see the blue sky and sunshine when I got up, I could have howled with frustration at the thought of how wonderful it would have been to spend this nice, sunny day in the Lake District, or looking at the snowdrops and early daffodils at Chirk Castle, or walking along the prom at Blackpool. However, as I reminded myself, had it been normal times, I’d have been spending the day trapped in a depressing office, eating a piece of cake at my desk, being expected to provide cakes and fruit for everyone else, and being moaned at if I picked up my phone to answer a message from a kind relative or friend.
As it was, I got to have a lovely walk in the park during my dinner hour. Lots of crocuses, and, hooray, some early daffodils! There are daffodil shoots everywhere: it’s going to look amazing in a few weeks’ time. And, thanks to the weather, and thanks to vast quantities of food – some of it bought by myself, some of it delivered to me thanks to my lovely family – I was able to have a very large Lockdown Afternoon Tea (I didn’t eat everything all in one day, honestly!) in the garden. So it was really very nice.
But let’s hope that Lockdown Birthdays will soon be a thing of the past, eh? Three cheers for the vaccination programme, and fingers and toes crossed for Easter weekend xxx.