Whilst others will be downing copious amounts of alcohol to bring in the New Year tomorrow, I will (also) be celebrating the anniversary of my birth.

When I was younger, I lived with a sort of self-inflicted shame of my birthday being the last day of the year.  It was always a source of disappointment for me when New Year’s Eve turned into New Year’s Day that it would be a full year until it was my birthday again.  I would always wish for my birthday to be the day after, on New Year’s Day.  I still feel that now, but the disappointment is less (probably because I’m getting older). I don’t mind so much having my birthday on the last day of the year.  For some reason, which I cannot explain, I now feel unique, and rather special, for being a New Year’s Eve baby.

So remember this New Year’s Eve, when you’re downing your umpteenth alcoholic beverage, spare a thought for those unique, special people (me included) who are also celebrating their birthday.  In fact, have an extra one for them.